Hole - Ground - Swallow

Ugh. Exams are looming, as in I'll be done in just about a week and a half, and I still have a final essay due in the morning.

I have really dug myself into a hole on this one.

See, the essay was due last Tuesday, with an extension given if you didn't want comments back but rather just a mark. I, of course, thought that this was ideal because I had other final projects and essays due - meaning that I wouldn't be stressing myself out over a million different things all at the same time. Well, now I'm just stressing about 999,999 things instead.

First there's the "world's worst friend",

then exams,

then the possibility that, if I don't pass everything and have at least a 60 average, that I'm going to fail, which would mean that I would be kicked out of school,

leading to the fact that if I do get kicked out of school, I won't be able to do anything next year (really) with the sorority. This means no recruitment, no marketing, and no calendar on top of the no parties. Sure, I could still do that stuff but then I would just be that weird chick who isn't in school because she flunked out, but who hangs around all the time when she's not working.

Next comes the fact that my mother isn't siding with me on the whole "evil frenemy" issue and when I last talked to her about it I was on the verge of a complete emotional breakdown. While at work. Where my dad is my boss. Where there are many people all over the place who, I'm pretty sure, saw me getting yelled at for not paying attention, which resulted in me completely breaking down and crying. At work. In front of my dad. On the plus side he was able to handle the situation rather well.

To top it all off are the money troubles, the roommate struggles, and the fact that my apartment STILL has not been signed over in the lease because my roommate is a complete bitch.

And I'm sure that there are other small things that I just don't realize are adding to this mountain of stress.

Right now though this essay is top of the list. I have to write a 10 page essay (double spaced) on a topic concerning Narrative Theory.

Seriously, dig the freaking hole and bury me alive because I think that that would be preferable over this. Add in maggots and worms and everything else that would give a person nightmares that lives below the ground and I would still take that option.