OMG The almost bad day

Wow. I so could have had a bad day today. I realized that when I got to school I didn't study that hard for my midterm, I didn't have the scene score to turn in with it and I failed to write my rough draft for peer revision in English. good grief. I felt like I was about to hyperventilate. But, I took a deep breath and started to pray, which is my normal habit if I feel stressed out because it gets me calm again and puts me back in my peaceful place. I gave it all to him and asked for his help. Let me tell you god is great.
Because so many people hadn't turned in the scene score, my professor thought he had been unclear, so the scene score is due thursday and not on the midterm which was so easy by the way. And since all we had to do in class was the midterm, we got out in enough time for me to write something for english. And even though I totally screwed up and erased everything I did in the ETS lab, when I told my professor that I didn't have a paper, he was totally cool with it. He didn't even say anything about it. I was psyched.
The only downfall to the day was Dr. Copeland yelling at me in class. We have three really similiar songs and I happened to sing a wrong word. I had never done it before and it was totally on accident. But, he launched in this whole story about a rage he had been feeling ever since he knew this girl who did the same thing. Apparently, his anger had been building every time he heard the recording of it, and he displaced his anger onto me. I couldn't tell if he was kidding or not, but good grief. I didn't mean to do it. And in front of the whole class? I just won't sing words when it comes to those songs. I'll lip synch. It's not that big of a deal, but I felt kind of stupid after he finished ranting about it. I guess none of us like feeling embarrassed, so it would be unpleasant for anyone. I don't know why I am taking it the way I am, I guess I'm just a goofy little freshmen. After all, no one ever got better without getting yelled at for something. Oh well.

Giving blood rocks and sucks at the same time.

Well. It sucks. It hurts so bad towards the end. But I feel good knowing that I did it. Like it was worth it. I didn't eat right and I got sick but still it was good enough. I feel kind of drunk today,but hopefully it'll get better. And maybe the goiter that has developed on my arm will go away....peace

Ok. So I felt bad leaving a pathetic looking post like that on there. So I decided to leave one with a little more depth. But, I don't know if I can keep up three different blogs. I might have to adios one of them. I don't think anyone will read this one anyway, but my little sight just looks so dang pathetic with nothing on it.
I also thought I would bring something up that I've been thinking about. Before any of us came to college, we were all the stars of our high school choirs right? Well, I love it that you can come to college and not have that pressure anymore. Really the only drawback for choir has been that it's much harder than I expected it to be, and I wasn't really prepared. But, I love it. I may not always feel at home, but I feel like I'm learning. And I guess that's what you're supposed to feel right? And when you're invisible, it makes it easier for you to step back and look around without everyone stopping to stare at you as you escape the woodwork. I must say that people-watching in choir is definately interesting. I swear I'm not staring at you, but it's cool to imagine what each and everyone of your lives is like. We are all so diverse that it's like picking up a book at the library. Each one is different from the others and each one has their own special story. Well, enough with the metaphors.

I really only did this so I could post comments. I have my own blogs. But I will write when I feel like it. This is a pretty neat site though.