I just got my first swath of grades back, and I feel so -- average. It's what I was expecting, but I was also hoping for the same kind of miracle that has happened before: the Milton class in which I only studied 1/3rd of the required readings; my risky postmodernist take on the Wife of Bath; and innumerable other projects that I regaled the Boy (now the Ex) with and for which he has still not forgiven me.
I think I'm just depressed I'm back in school. Not clinically, just generally. Here, the hugs are lacking, and the cookie jar is no longer bottomless.
I think I'm just depressed I'm back in school. Not clinically, just generally. Here, the hugs are lacking, and the cookie jar is no longer bottomless.
