breakdown.

so.. here's what i haven't bothered to blog until now...

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naia's first nervous breakdown as a college student

the basic story is that i overbooked myself. i went to church, thinking i'd be out at 1. i didn't get back to campus to meet the 'rents until 3. i was already stressed out because it was my parents' last night in STL and they wanted to take my to lunch, but i had to be back by 4 for my academic and peer advising meetings. to make a long story short, i came back at 5, just in time for my peer advising meeting, but i spent that whole hour that i should've been in the meeting running around to make amends for not being at the academic advising meeting and trying to find out where the peer advising meeting was located. so i end up running down to Mallinckrodt, which is ALLLL the eway on the other side of campus, and the whole time i'm on the verge of tears. i called my peer advisor's phone like 5 times, so i was pretty sure she thought i was a stalker by then. so i get to the help desk in Mallinckrodt and ask the lady if the big packet is the list of meeting locations. she says yes and as i look through it, i just end up crying. i was seriously trying to hold it in, but it wasn't working. i couldn't stop. so the lady, whose name is Carmen, grabbed my hand and told me to calm down. so i blubbered my whole story about not wanting to shrug off my parents but wanting to be on time and not making it and freaking out (which by now i had been doing for about 40 minutes). she looked at me and said, "look... real talk? you're human. you're gonna miss stuff. you're human. you're stressed. everyone understands that. it's not the end of the world. it feels like it is, but it's not. you just got off to a bad start. take a deep breath, go back to your dorm, drink some soda, and relax. this is the next to the last day before classes start, so you won't have time like this again. get in contact with your advisors, talk it out, and go to your meetings tomorrow". i don't know why, but that was the absolutely right thing to say because i felt WAYYY better. my peer advisor called me right after and we talked about going to dinner (which is tonight) and then Carmen let me play with her dog, who had been in her lap the whole time watching me. it was a little fluffy white dog. very adorable. he licked my face and hands and i felt SO much better. i went back to my dorm and chilled out. so that's how i survived my first breakdown.

uhmmm... yesterday i didn't do much. wait, yeah i did. i went to my academic advising meeting and got authorization to register for classes. then i ran over past Mallinckrodt again to the ArtSci computer lab and registered for classes with Jessica, my sophomore buddy. she's really awesome. so i was originally taking french, writing 1, psychology, self & identity in african american literature, and race & ethnicity in amercian television. the last two are freshman seminars. they're really cool-sounding, so i hope they'll be awesome. then i replaced my temp ID with a permanent one, went with Jessica so she could declare her major, then went to meet my parents for brunch at Bear's Den with Jess. hen i went to my dorm to relax for a while, but some people were going out to the Galleria to see SuperBad, so i tagged along. it was kinda fun. the movie didn't suck, but it wasn't a cinematographic masterpiece, either. then this asian kid kept making sneaky remarks about my weight. i wanted a Mrs. Field's cookie from the stand, but he was like "fight it... fight the cookie", which i didn't mind, but when i didn't "resist", he was like "fine, do what you want"... uhh, was that really neccessary? then when i changed my mind and got an Auntie Anne's cinnamon sugar pretzel, he was like "you're gonna regret that".... oh shut the hell up, douche. so while we were there, i made friends with a girl named Kara who's studying film and english. talked to Canzone last night efore going to bed. he has strep throat, but he still told me a bedtime story. =] he's such a loveable asshole. he said if he comes to visit me, then i have to cook for him. oh, boy. but i haven't talked to him in a good while, so it was good to have a solid conversation with him like before. he randomly decided to tell me that he likes big girls. O_o. i'm like.... okay... that was random. but whatever. i kinda missed talking to him. he's fun, even though he said he wished he could give me his strep throat because i kept making him laugh and it hurt for him to laugh.

Kara and I went to breakfast this morning and we're supposed to have lunch tomorrow between classes. so after breakfast, we went back to my dorm, where Ali was just waking up and she used my computer to change classes. then Dionne came and we watched Foamy the Squirrel cartoons for a bit. then i checked my email and the school basically told me that i had to get out of Writing 1 because i was scheduled to take it in the spring and i could either drop the class, ask to be put on a waitlist for a fall semester writing 1 class, or they would drop the class FOR me at 4 pm. = so i dropped it and now i'm taking french, psychology, self & identity in african american literature, race & ethnicity in amercian television, and "the land of plenty": obesity and the history of the american diet, which is the only history class that even MILD interests me so far. so then i got my list of neede textbooks, looked them up on the WU bookstore site and on Amazon.com, then sent the list to my parents along with my campus address. now i'm just waiting for my peer advising dinner, typing up my class schedule.

pAce.