For the past few weeks I have been feeling constantly on the verge of a complete mental breakdown. In fact, when I am in class and feeling particularly stressed, I imagine the various ways in which it could happen. Here is what i have come up with thus far:
(The Mild Ones)
Scenario One:
I am sitting in class when I suddenly (but subtly) faint and fall off my chair. Nobody sees me fall, but they hear the "thunk" as I hit the floor, cracking my head open and gushing blood everywhere. Everyone is terribly worried.
Scenario Two:
I am sitting down in class when I begin to feel dizzy and nauseous. I get up, intending to go outside for fresh air, but end up running to the garbage can to vomit. I press the back of my hand to my forehead and faint dramatically.
(The Not-So Mild Ones)
Scenario Three:
I get so suddenly and violently fed-up that I start swearing, screaming, and flipping over desks. I then run out of class and into traffic, where I fling myself onto the windshield of a passing car.
Scenario Four:
I am given back a test/major project only to see that I have failed. I rip up the test/project, begin bawling and trying to explain all the stress I'm under to the teacher and class, and then run out of class and down the street until I pass out... that last bit was stolen from a friend.
At the end of each I end up in the hospital.
I guess the theme of these little daydreams is that, in the end, everyone understands the stress I'm under and thinks twice about giving me three major assignments at one time...*Thorpe*. I know it's lame and oh-so kindergarten-passive-aggressive-note-to-mommy-and-daddy-telling-them-I'll-run-away-if-I-have-to-do-any-more-chores, but I'm just getting fed up, and the lack of sleep/proper nutrition I've experienced lately has really been getting to me. Not to mention some particularly raging horomones that have caused me to cry at the drop of a hat... But enough about my teenage emotions. There are baby bunnies living on my lawn!
(The Mild Ones)
Scenario One:
I am sitting in class when I suddenly (but subtly) faint and fall off my chair. Nobody sees me fall, but they hear the "thunk" as I hit the floor, cracking my head open and gushing blood everywhere. Everyone is terribly worried.
Scenario Two:
I am sitting down in class when I begin to feel dizzy and nauseous. I get up, intending to go outside for fresh air, but end up running to the garbage can to vomit. I press the back of my hand to my forehead and faint dramatically.
(The Not-So Mild Ones)
Scenario Three:
I get so suddenly and violently fed-up that I start swearing, screaming, and flipping over desks. I then run out of class and into traffic, where I fling myself onto the windshield of a passing car.
Scenario Four:
I am given back a test/major project only to see that I have failed. I rip up the test/project, begin bawling and trying to explain all the stress I'm under to the teacher and class, and then run out of class and down the street until I pass out... that last bit was stolen from a friend.
At the end of each I end up in the hospital.
I guess the theme of these little daydreams is that, in the end, everyone understands the stress I'm under and thinks twice about giving me three major assignments at one time...*Thorpe*. I know it's lame and oh-so kindergarten-passive-aggressive-note-to-mommy-and-daddy-telling-them-I'll-run-away-if-I-have-to-do-any-more-chores, but I'm just getting fed up, and the lack of sleep/proper nutrition I've experienced lately has really been getting to me. Not to mention some particularly raging horomones that have caused me to cry at the drop of a hat... But enough about my teenage emotions. There are baby bunnies living on my lawn!
