Hello. It’s Liv, a bit torn–mostly tired and scared about tomorrow. Let me explain.
Tomorrow is the SAT. Not a big deal…really, unless you’re me and stress about every test.
I was fine earlier, but I got home and my mom starting to tell me what I needed and all of these logistics and I freaked. I screamed and cried. Because my mind went from a simple test, that I can retake and retake until I’m blue in the face, to test-fail-no college-no writing-no Scotland-no one wants to marry someone incompetent-panic. That’s about how my brain works.
My biggest concern is math. I mean, have I ever mentioned how badly math and I get along? We’ve been enemies since Kindergarten, I declared my dislike the first time I saw equations. In middle school, I tried multiple math programs and planned to murder my math teacher. In high school I had a tutor and really loved her, than she retired. This year I’m really struggling with Geometry, which WILL be the death of me. In SAT Prep, I mostly zoned out writing poetry about death–the cause math–and pretending to shoot myself. So, it’s a concern I’m going to flunk miserably.
And I’m going to a high school I’ve never been to, and I know no one which always freaks me out. I’ll be clicking my pen a 100 miles and hour and chewing my gums raw. I’ll be there for 4 hours.
The only plus is getting coffee afterwards. It will be a beacon in a long and arduous journey.
Anywho…the reason behind being tired is because I have had enough coffee and I hardly ate and school has drained the energy from my system. Probably SAT Prep mostly, though today we talked about writing, which is more bearable than math.
There. Done. I finished my rant.