Survey says, the bonus points on my exam came from (A) the fact that my teacher didn't explain the exam beforehand and (B) 13 people missed one of the questions.
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Going to need an explanation for how I got 104/100 on my African American Poetry exam when I didn't even do the bonus question.
I'm so looking forward to the fall where my earliest class will be at 11:00 AM instead of 10:00.
I'd Do Anything for Love followed immediately by Caramelldansen. Spotify is the king of the tonal shift.
Bring back the awesome dragons from the dream I just had D:
I'm currently crammed in the back of a Nissan with two strangers because our bus was going to be late.
I forgot that for a few months of the year, my area tests its tornado sirens on the first Tuesday of the month at 10:00 AM. I know it's supposed to be loud but it sounds like they're beaming a super high pitched noise directly into my head and it hurts.
As much as I like the colors on the other avatar I was using, I do prefer pictures that are drawn by humans.
Maybe what would help me out with the depression that's trying to come back - hear me out, this is big brain time - is actually taking the med I was prescribed for my depression.
I can tell I'm tired because I'm laughing irrationally at the sentence "That's a lot of spinach."
I feel like I need a big sign on me at all times to remind my classmates that I use she/her. These people know my name is Natalie and still misgender me all the time.
Being told that someone likes my name is like, the biggest compliment because it just means I did a good job picking it. I've actually been able to stick with this name for several months and it still makes me happy when people use it so I'm definitely going to be sticking with it.
I'm about to get on a Discord call with one of my friends so we can watch an Australian man go to a consignment shop.
Emceeing was absolutely amazing. A bunch of people came up to me after and said that not only did they like my emceeing, but that my writing was good and my reading voice was good.
Wish me luck emceeing at open mic night tonight.
I can't believe I just woke up from a dream about the Soup Nazi from Seinfeld.
The fact that you're all so happy to see me beating depression after this long has genuinely helped make my day. I can't express enough how appreciative I am of that with just one post.
If you want some good news, I have a real banger for you. After about six years, I think I'm finally beating my depression.
I'm currently sitting in the hallway of one of the buildings at school just laughing at the word "beets."
Genuinely, I think I might just be the most impatient person this world has ever seen. If I really want something and I have to wait for it, I feel like I'm going to go crazy while I am waiting. It's very frustrating. The fact that grad school (and therefore teaching) can't start until August of next year just hurts me in my soul.
My dreams take so many left turns that I'm practically making a square.
The ages old dilemma of wanting to commission an artist but not wanting to get back on social media just to find one.
So apparently my mom, who I assumed would be super transphobic and not accepting of me whatsoever, is actually willing to try to respect me. I'm not sure if it's entirely performative and she's only doing it so I won't cut her out of my life, but it's still more than I was expecting from her.
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