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So I have two potential schedules for Spring semester and they will only work if they allow me to change my major (which reminds me, I need to make an appointment with my adviser).

Schedule #1

• Introduction to Statistics

           8:00 - 9:15AM (LEC)
           9:30 - 10:20AM (ACT)

• Human Sexuality & Sex Education

           11:00 - 12:15PM

• Contemporary Health Issues

           2:00 - 3:15PM

• Introductory Nutrition

           3:30 - 4:45

• Social Psychology

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OR

• Introduction to Statistics

            8:00 - 9:15 (LEC)

            9:30 - 10:20 (ACT)

• Business-Professional Communications

           11:00 - 12:15PM

• Human Sexuality & Sex Education

           12:30 - 1:45PM

• Contemporary Health Issues

           2:00 - 3:15

• Introductory Nutrition

           3:30 - 4:45

There’s not too much of a difference so I think i’ll be happy with either schedule.

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That’s the things with days, they change all the time. One day i’m fine and the next I don’t know what I am. I remember feeling like this years ago, but I turned it all around. Now it feels like I did nothing. There’s too much going on in my head. Too much I can’t communicate with anyone because I don’t know how. Being an English major has made all of the passion and drive I had for becoming a writer completely disappear. I hate going to school. I hate going into my classes and knowing that I don’t give a shit anymore. This isn’t who I was. I was that girl who was over the moon to start a new semester. I hate how much school is costing and how I have no idea how i’m going to pay it back when I can’t stand my major and what am I even going to do? And then there is the whole weight issue that i’ve been dealing with my entire life. It goes away for a while and then suddenly it’s all I can focus on. It’s all that matters. And I just wished I loved myself as much as you love me. And it still is in my head, like you said it to me yesterday, “you’re pretty but you’d be prettier if you were skinnier.” You were never supposed to say those things and I was never supposed to believe you.

And then there is the boy I love. The boy who loves me back. Why does it only seem that you love me when your arm is around me and it’s 12 am? When no one is around and it’s okay. Why don’t you ever ask me on dates? Why is it that your excuse is always money, but you can manage to go out with your friend(s) every Friday? Why have you stopped trying? Is it because we live together and you think being able to see me everyday replaces everything else?

Why do I feel like i’m falling apart?

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