"Now if you'll excuse me, it's time for my weekly condiment soaking."

The majestic starfish meditating, much like I will do over the long weekend.

"Now if you'll excuse me, it's time for my weekly condiment soaking."

This was a very long and grueling week. Ironically enough, it was also a short week. I got into the debate elective despite having 100% certainty that I would definitely not get in. So that's pretty good, and then everything went kind of downhill from there. 

Looking back, there was no single "big" thing that happened, but rather a lot of little things. For one, I lost my agenda. I couldn't find it all week until today (which for those reading in the future, is a Friday.) I found it in my bookbag and felt like a complete idiot. Now, I'm not saying I'm not a complete idiot, just that at the moment I felt especially stupid. 

We had a debate in English class, which I have to admit was pretty fun, but I felt like I just completely messed up. In middle school, I was pretty good at speeches (I don't mean this in a braggy way, really I feel bad about it in all honesty,) and then this year I keep messing up. I don't know, I'm just not on my game.

And then there's my Greek class. Oh Nelly, this class. It feels like psychological warfare. Okay, so this is my hardest class right now. I have an F. Not a B or a C, no an F. So my teacher said we would have a classwork today, and you know what I did? I studied hard. I knew almost all of the one-hundred-and-twenty words I was told to study. I did amazing. I got every-single-one. And then she doesn't even grade it. I haven't felt real anger in over five years, and I felt it then and there. And the icing on the cake is that she said (to someone else,) "You're disappointed, well I am too because you don't study." I'm not exaggerating when I say I almost cried. But I didn't. Not for reasons like this. 

But you know, it's over. This week is done. I survived. I don't know how, but I did. It was hard, but I'm telling myself that it'll only get easier from here. I got all my work done despite these problems, and I feel I didn't panic at all this week. That may be a small achievement, but it's pretty big for me.

Well if you'll excuse me I'm going to drown myself in some Americone Dream ice cream. That's the best cure for a long week, and trust me, I really want some right now.