crimson_vipera (![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} crimson_vipera) wrote,@ 2008-02-10 16:22:00 |
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| Current mood: |  crushed |
| Current music: | The murmur of the PC |
| Entry tags: | rant |
I've spend five days (Friday through Wednesday) with my sick Grandma. My Grandma being as she is I didn't manage to either study or help her much. When I was leaving she felt better, though, so I didn't feel bad about it. Thursday morning I woke up sick.
On Friday, My parents went to my Grandma and I had my final exam from Methodology of language teaching. Right before it, I was told I've failed my American Literature exam. I failed LITERATURE. It's like saying Snape failed Potions! Or that House failed human anatomy. I've never got less than A- from literature. The exam from Methodology was a monster.
That same day, in the evening, I've got a message from a friend. Our French teacher from High school died. She was only 50+ years old. Her funeral was Yesterday.
Also, yesterday ER took my Grandma to the hospital. My parents are there, taking care of Grandfather and visiting her.
Now, I'm home, sick, barely able to talk and starting up the second part of my teaching apprenticeship tomorrow. In addition, I have to write two chapters of my BA paper (and an additional paper for the teaching license in Polish) and there's the retake of the Literature exam next Friday. On top of that, my parents, 400 km away, expect me to take care of home and my seven years younger brother and help him study for school.
Oh! And I would have forgot. My Brother managed to get four E's at the end of the semester. How, I don't know since, at the same time, he got second and third place in the national contest's in the very same subjects!
I was hoping to rest and write My Fallen Angel those next two weeks. I guess I can say that that plan was effectively thwarted by RL.
On Friday, My parents went to my Grandma and I had my final exam from Methodology of language teaching. Right before it, I was told I've failed my American Literature exam. I failed LITERATURE. It's like saying Snape failed Potions! Or that House failed human anatomy. I've never got less than A- from literature. The exam from Methodology was a monster.
That same day, in the evening, I've got a message from a friend. Our French teacher from High school died. She was only 50+ years old. Her funeral was Yesterday.
Also, yesterday ER took my Grandma to the hospital. My parents are there, taking care of Grandfather and visiting her.
Now, I'm home, sick, barely able to talk and starting up the second part of my teaching apprenticeship tomorrow. In addition, I have to write two chapters of my BA paper (and an additional paper for the teaching license in Polish) and there's the retake of the Literature exam next Friday. On top of that, my parents, 400 km away, expect me to take care of home and my seven years younger brother and help him study for school.
Oh! And I would have forgot. My Brother managed to get four E's at the end of the semester. How, I don't know since, at the same time, he got second and third place in the national contest's in the very same subjects!
I was hoping to rest and write My Fallen Angel those next two weeks. I guess I can say that that plan was effectively thwarted by RL.