Getting Dumped 9 Hours Before Your Labs Are Due:How I Spent My Frst Week of Senior Year

Ah senior year, cherished by so many ,as the final victory of lap of four years of awful institutional indoctrination; the first week should be the  delightful bridge between the summer time madness and the vast adventure laying ahead.That was not the case.---The clock reads 1:30 am, I have officially missed the deadline for my IB Biology lab. After carefully breaking up such a daunting task through out the week I should have finished this assignment by 8 o'clock pm . However like most things in life, it never goes according to plan. Yesterday, it was precisely 3:15 when the terrible news had knocked the wind out of my poor sleep deprived self. After spending the first  week of school  strategically avoiding the so called "talk". My long term boyfriend had ended our two year relationship. I will not go into details on what exactly was said, but it was enough to leave me an emotional wreck in between the lecture hall and the office. Only to be removed by my 15 year old brother,as he escorted my distraught self into our mother's vehicle.

I would spend the next five hours crying  my eyes out, as I attempted, without much success, in finishing my lab. I was not able to  eat, I was not able sleep, all I was apparently capable to do was cry without end. I could not help but notice , that I spent my  underclassmen years looking down on those who would allow something as "superfluous" as a boyfriend, to impede them from turning in an assignment in on time. I find it ironic that I am finally found myself on the other side of the fence. I have spent the last 10 and a half hours going through the five stages of grief, trying to make out how exactly those who go through this during their "finals" week survive this emotional down pour. I've come to the conclusion that those who manage to pull through are nothing short of genius.

My firsts week should have been the start of a great adventure, not an emotional avalanche waiting to crush me at the end of the week. Sadly, there's nothing that can be done to mend the situation, however that does not mean senior year won't get better, in fact, it is because of this that my future looks bright. You know what they say, once you're at rock bottom the only way to go, is up. So now after watching  at least 3 YouTube videos, and at least ten hours of breakup music I'm finally ok. I have been given the chance to really work on the yearbook, to prepare for mock trial and win medals for academic decathlon. So senior year bring it on I spent 13 years of my life without him, I can most certainly get though the next couple of months. I'm the brightest star in the solar system , you know SOLis.

 

I probably should get back to that lab.