She emerges from the depths...

What a ridiculous week. I have been pushed down and kicked and spit on ever since Sunday. I did not sleep between Sunday and Monday. I didn't turn in my Interior Design project when it was due which is basically equivalent to committing academic suicide right after you cut off all your appendages. In other words it's not a good thing. Anyway, I broke down. Multiple times throughout the week. And I have neither the time nor the desire to recount everything that contributed to make my week hell on earth. But know that I felt like saying "Help, I've fallen, but I'm not even sure I want to get up right now." But it's ok, because yesterday, the clouds finally parted and my week from hell, though still a week from hell, seemed to be clearing up. I've talked to a few people about my situation with Ms. Martin, well, everything is all clear now, apparently, contrary to popular opinion, Ms. Martin does have soul, and coincidentally enough, it is capable of caring and encouraging. Just when I was at the end of my rope with nothing left but to cut the rope, Ms. Martin gives me complements and encouragment. I couldn't believe it, but it's true, and it really was just what I needed. So this week definitely sucked, but it'll be better and I have high hopes (well maybe not high, but definitely a glimmer of hope) that the rest of the year will be ok. I'm getting better. I'm getting there....