As much as I would love to say I make all my decisions,
unfortunately that is not the case. If you had asked me if I was in charge of
my life a year ago I would have said absolutely. Recently, however, my parents
have decided that they are entitled to make my decisions regarding academics
and my summer. These past two weeks have been some of the most stressful of my
life. My parents are insisting I attend GSP, despite my attempts to appeal to
their kinder sides. I have a B in math, and although this may seem miniscule,
it could completely wreck my straight A’s. A few of my teachers have refused to
take late work from when I was absent, my college counselor just informed me I
am taking three SAT subject tests this Saturday, and I just received a lower
score on my ACT than I hoped for. In last hour today, I had a bit of a silent
meltdown. I agreed to transport hats for a hatmaker from Lexington to Louisville
and to package all of the additional equipment and I was regretting that
decision. As I left school, I felt completely hopeless. I forced myself to
listen to upbeat music in hopes of improving my mood. After about forty-five
minutes of driving, I began to be happier. I have found that just getting out
of Lexington immediately destresses me. This has been the case throughout my
life; traveling is my escape. And although it is just a temporary fix, it often
helps me find a solution to attack my stress.
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