Not even joking when I say this was the most STRESSFUL day of 2019.

So far...

So here's a brief idea of what happened:

I woke up, like I normally do.

Went downstairs to do my chores like a good daughter.

Made a cup of tea.

All of this is normal right? Typical morning for Silver.

Took out my coursework to get some done. As it was due for next week. Was.

A message pops up on my notification, so I read it.

Time stops.

"Hey Guys did you know the logbook is due in today?"

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aaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!

I start rushing through my class notes and scribbling them onto the pages, getting halfway through the term.

Then I realise; shit, I don't have character research.

I had to ask my friend, who wasn't even on my course, to help me with research. I'm so grateful he did though cuz o boy would I have been fucked otherwise.

Finished the final three weeks, and by now my hand was starting to hurt.

Had a cry because I was convinced I couldn't do it on time.

Friend comes back with research, and I write it down as quickly as possible.

Am I done? I think I'm done!

Wait.

Shit!

Show analysis!

I literally rip through my notes to find it, and don't event care about the tidiness of my handwriting when Scribbling it all down.

Had another cry.

DONE!

Checks time.

3:00

It has to be in for 4:30

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FUCK, SHIT, FUCKING HUSTLE M8!!!

I pulled on clothes as quickly as I could and called my stepdad to see if he could drive me to campus.

He says no, because he's taking my five year old stepbrother to a school disco.

I have to take the bus...

I run and barely catch the bus with my logbook tucked under my arm. But it's full of pubescent secondary schoolers, which brought back a lot of unappreciated memories.

Got off the bus, finally.

Sprinted from one side of town to the other, mentally thanking my instructor for the weekly workouts, until I got to college.

Scanned myself in.

Ran upstairs to the first floor.

Made it to the office.

Nobody was there.

I begin to panic again and start hitting the back of my head against the wall.

But then our editor shows up. My mother trucking saviour!

He lets me in. I drop off the assignment, and leave with a huge sigh of relief.

I get home and then collapse.

But then the thoughts of the results kick in.

My assignment was rushed! What if it's not distinction worthy?! What if it's not even pass worthy?!

I begin to panic and want to hug my cat.

Oh wait.

The little shit's still missing.

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*ugly sobbing*

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So how was your Friday?

XD

Honestly I'm just glad it's over. And to be honest all the stress is worth it because of the stories I get to tell my friends. Oh, and the satisfaction of getting it done...

Moral of the story : Don't leave your assignments till last minute, kids...

Okay to finish it off I have a comic thingey of my cat

Okay I'm gonna enjoy the relaxation of not having assignments eating at my thought process...

Bye y'all.