Strong is not the word I'm looking for (Part 1 of 12)
January:
My coworkers left me
I was alone
Working with hundreds of students
Unsure of how to handle myself
Her mother died
I didn't know how to react
I was sorry but could not empathize
I helped her organize files for her estate
I didn't see my friends for three weeks
I was lonely
I ate more than I should have
I felt like I didn't have a life
When I did see my friends, it was awkward
because we hadn't seen each other for a year
and we had changed
Our washing machine broke
and I woke up early to do the laundry every day with her
I worked 7 hours a day
the pay was good
but I was tired afterward because I hadn't worked that much before
It was my first job
I didn't want to return to school
My friend was supposed to be in my class, but he dropped it
I was left on my own
I couldn't drop it because I needed that class
and that was the only section that accommodated my work schedule
I shouldn't have prioritized work over school, but I needed to work to pay for school
How are college students expected to do well in school if they have to work to afford an education?
I signed up for a workshop class that helped me get financial aid, but it didn't count toward my degree
Looking back, I should've taken another GE because that workshop was stupid
The leader wasn't even good, and I don't know why he was hired
His social skills were subpar although interpersonal skills were important for his position
With work and school, I couldn't see my friends anymore
I still saw him, though, and I was grateful our breaks aligned with each other's
Nonetheless, I missed my friends
But I had my family
I was thankful for them, but I needed time to socialize with others
I no longer liked him, but I liked the person he introduced me to
The problem was he never reached out to me after December
So I thought we were done, but I hoped our paths would cross again
Sure enough, they did, but when they did, he scared me
Because he was awkward, I pitied him
but because he was cute, I also liked him
I cannot explain infatuation
He should've known to not creep up on me
and I blame myself for hanging up my phone to say hi to him
I wish I had walked away from him and continued talking on my phone, ignoring him because it was rude of him to interrupt me
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