Stress. A six letter word. Small word, HUGE impact.

Okay so today, I go to my A&P lab and I'm doing fine, blah blah blah..I need to do fine. My grades depend on me doing the best I can otherwise, I'm a failure.

And by the end of the day, I'm ready to leave this prison. But what do ya' know? My homework is missing. Why is the world against me? Am I the target of a heartless, cruel, and malicious force that takes a disturbing delight in watching me scramble about in a frantic to desperately search for my assignment?

I freakin' RAN my ass back to my room so fast..out the door, down the steps, across the road which I am actually surprised that no cars ran me over, and into the dorm. But no homework.

Poor Dawnie. Sleeping like a baby. When suddenly her crazy roommate dashes into the room, throwing things around in search for the papers, like some phyco crack addict in search for their drugs.

Well..to end my agony, I finally found my paper. It was in the classroom on another desk. Thank you who ever did that for giving me a freakin' heart attack. I think I've aged some. I'm now 98.