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Well, I had a terrible week. I had a rough time with two of my good friends, and a lot of hard and unhappy feelings were exchanged. Though both apologized to me in the end, I'm sure there's a lesson for everyone in the argument; no one's ever completely at fault. So, truthfully, I'm sorry, too! 

In addition, it felt like every obligation I currently hold, whether it be the volleyball or badminton teams or the dances I am obligated to learn for the following months or studying or any of my other activities and responsibilities, each took a limb and yanked me in their own direction, as hard as they possibly could, and when my limbs ran out, they took hold of my nose, my mouth, my eyes and pulled even harder. For the first time in my life, I have needed to look at my planner, which used to be a joke to me, to make sure I am free on certain days to do certain things; for the first time I feel like there aren't enough hours in the day to accomplish all the things I am obligated to even if I work diligently and get enough sleep and manage my time to its maximum efficiency: and literally, that's how it's been for the past few weeks, not enough time, at all.

I didn't get much sleep this week, and didn't go to several of my classes because I felt quite low. I guess you could say I slept through some of them, but they were not happy slumbers; I was sleeping more to defend myself from my terrible mood and try to rest it up so I could still make it out the rest of the day with a smile.

In the end, it's all about my own choices, the way I plan to manage my time, and how I balance myself under stress and pressure. I have better, higher hopes for next week, even though it means the arrival of the second cell biology midterm and a calculus quiz that I am not prepared for.  Twenty-two units is no walk in the park, and I need to try harder. I have a whole weekend to catch up on sleep, on mood, on all the things I need to do that I've been putting off. I'll put it to good use. :)