2018-07-24, 6:00 PM
I've literally been in the library for the last 9 hours. I've been here since the end of my interview and haven't left at all.
Since then, I've been working on things that I have due tomorrow (sort of) and I'm praying, praying that I don't fail tomorrow's final. Or screw anything up anymore than I already am.
But something weird happened. Last night, I found myself confessing to my professors about everything that was happening to me--with my family, my situation, everything. To my surprise, they sympathized with me.
I thought my urban transportation professor would reject my notice, but she decided to grant me a chance at redemption by helping me hand in an assignment due last month that she would not grant a penalty on. She also encouraged me to do well in my exam tomorrow.
My international urban infrastructure professor also encouraged me to do well with my final report too.
My international indigenous issues professor showed the most compassion though. She actually told me that my group members noticed my stress and wanted to notify me that she would always be here to help. So I told her everything and she helped me through, especially when it came to submitting very late assignments.
Was it a mistake to tell them so much? Or did I do the right thing? The alternate would to fail the classes...
I don't even know. Must be some sort of sorcery.
But either way, I don't know how I feel to let so much out to my profs...
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