The stress must be getting to me... I had a strange dream last night that I left my books in my Art classroom. While on my way to English, I realized this problem. Instead of going back to get them, however, I ran to class and had some sort of breakdown in front of the teacher. I collapsed onto the floor, crying about how I'm having stress problems and that I just needed to go get my books. She seemed rather freaked out, and let me go.
On my way up to the art room, which was a bit longer than it normally would be, I realized a boy (that my female voice seems to like) following me. He told me that he wished he could hold me to help me feel better. I merely smiled at him, and then went into the classroom to get my books. He ended up leaving to go flirt with a girl we work with, who doesn't even go to our school.
And that was basically it. By now I don't remember much of it. All I remember is how stressed it made me feel when I awoke. And that I very nearly left my sketchbook in the art room today.
I can understand where this stress may be coming from, though. My Finals are next week. Tuesday I've got Government, Wednesday I've got Chemistry (and Art, but I'm exempt from that), and Thursday is English and Calculus.
But once I'm finished those, I'm done with school until I head off to college. Wish me luck?
Kraze Ten Community Member 
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