I got sick after I posted that blog. Mr. Mitchell thinks I'm a slacker.
You know, Mr. Mitchell, has it ever dawned on you that perhaps I actually do get sick before portfolios because stress has a negative impact on the immune system and therefore makes people whom are generally less exposed (I never really went outside a lot as a child) more susceptible to illness?
I feel like I'm constantly guilty until proven innocent when I get sick. Have I really shown anyone that I'm anything less than a hard worker? Do you really expect such low quality things from me because I have depression and get sick? Do you think I enjoy being miserable? Well, news flash, I don't. I don't ask to get sick, I don't ask to feel the way I do, and I most certainly don't enjoy missing school and having piles of make-up work to do. I didn't enjoy turning in my portfolio late, I didn't like missing my presentation on Wednesday, I didn't like filing through at least 20 pages of notes to find out where my section is so I could present to my history class about something I did over a month ago, and I don't enjoy getting nipped at by an angry English teacher on top of trying to reorganize my life after I LOSE MY VOICE FOR 2 DAYS.
I don't enjoy having to miss school to go to the doctors because apparently my body isn't functioning correctly. I don't like sitting at home during school hours, feeling helpless to the large amounts of work that's slowly piling up because I'm not capable of talking or walking straight or I have a massive headache or a fever or I'm for some reason unable to swallow.
I never did enjoy it. Ever. Not back in January, not in September, and certainly not yesterday.
For the record, I offered to present on Wednesday through skype. I told him that I really didn't want to miss the presentation because I enjoyed analyzing the passage. Does he think I'm lying or something? Why am I always the bad guy? Why is everyone's anger or sadness always projected onto something that I do wrong?
I don't usually whine like this, but seriously. I'm just... Fed up with being the enemy. I just want to pass all my classes and go to college and do science or art or where-ever-the-hell-it-is-I'm-going-to-end-up.
I honestly do try in all of my classes. I want to do well in school. But still, because of my depression and because of my sicknesses, I'm treated like I'm some kind of drug addict who sleeps in all of her classes.
If you think you can do so much better in my shoes, then take them. The laces don't fit anyway.
You know, Mr. Mitchell, has it ever dawned on you that perhaps I actually do get sick before portfolios because stress has a negative impact on the immune system and therefore makes people whom are generally less exposed (I never really went outside a lot as a child) more susceptible to illness?
I feel like I'm constantly guilty until proven innocent when I get sick. Have I really shown anyone that I'm anything less than a hard worker? Do you really expect such low quality things from me because I have depression and get sick? Do you think I enjoy being miserable? Well, news flash, I don't. I don't ask to get sick, I don't ask to feel the way I do, and I most certainly don't enjoy missing school and having piles of make-up work to do. I didn't enjoy turning in my portfolio late, I didn't like missing my presentation on Wednesday, I didn't like filing through at least 20 pages of notes to find out where my section is so I could present to my history class about something I did over a month ago, and I don't enjoy getting nipped at by an angry English teacher on top of trying to reorganize my life after I LOSE MY VOICE FOR 2 DAYS.
I don't enjoy having to miss school to go to the doctors because apparently my body isn't functioning correctly. I don't like sitting at home during school hours, feeling helpless to the large amounts of work that's slowly piling up because I'm not capable of talking or walking straight or I have a massive headache or a fever or I'm for some reason unable to swallow.
I never did enjoy it. Ever. Not back in January, not in September, and certainly not yesterday.
For the record, I offered to present on Wednesday through skype. I told him that I really didn't want to miss the presentation because I enjoyed analyzing the passage. Does he think I'm lying or something? Why am I always the bad guy? Why is everyone's anger or sadness always projected onto something that I do wrong?
I don't usually whine like this, but seriously. I'm just... Fed up with being the enemy. I just want to pass all my classes and go to college and do science or art or where-ever-the-hell-it-is-I'm-going-to-end-up.
I honestly do try in all of my classes. I want to do well in school. But still, because of my depression and because of my sicknesses, I'm treated like I'm some kind of drug addict who sleeps in all of her classes.
If you think you can do so much better in my shoes, then take them. The laces don't fit anyway.
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