#its okay. mentally im participating in the writing workshop anyway

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you ever just make a mistake so bad you gotta call in sick for a day

like it's nothing bad it's just that most classes are Gone™ and so are most teachers so we could choose between 3 projects for this week, right?

and my french teacher asked us to please please please choose the language project bc we're literally the only ones who *can* do that, and we were like yeah okay; except when i did sign up for it it was my last choice bc as i learned then you could also choose art (working with clay) or a writing workshop (literally just for creative writing)

but i would have felt really bad if i hadn't chosen languages first bc i said i would so i made the horrible mistake of doing that. and now i sat through research on police violence in my country (interesting, important, but i've been there done that), a few hours' lecture on human rights (technically interesting but learned nothing new or practical) and making a poster for a chosen human right (at least i got to he creative but like. ughhh)

and also we're watching a film i hate (entre les murs) which might be a good film if i wasn't so demotivated and fucking tired and it's literally exhausting to watch and it doesn't have a plot and i have zero emotional investment or anything, and i read that one critic review which certainly makes it sound great but my tired annoyed ass needs at least SOME storytelling in a fucking film and it's been dragging on for over an hour and there's still an hour LEFT and i'm gonna fucking cry

and the best part?? we're gonna make fucking worksheets regarding the film's themes and topics and camera angles and shit (all interesting if the film was fucking so) and then next year some poor saps who make the mistake to go to that "soirée cinéma" can school analyze that film with our template. everyone loved that

AND MEANWHILE my friends got several hours to just write a short story and i got to beta read those (they were great and i love doing that but i'm bursting with jealousy you feel me) like i know that's my fault for not just going fuck it but. UGHHHHHHHHHHH

the good news is that i ranted enough about it that both my parents separately suggested to call me in sick tomorrow and that's genuinely gonna save my life. and i mean. we *are* supposed to stay home if we're not feeling well an this is a FUCKING PAIN