it seems a certain teacher is more tied up with our written tasks than we are with our own. intimidating, honestly. maybe she’s better off somewhere else. and it appears that no matter how hard i (we) try, nothing is ever ever ever good enough.

I am still at a loss for words. my eyes are literally running taps, spoiled. my limbs, back, shoulders are in shambles. I can’t do anything either.

awards ceremony was short, considerably.

there’s much to accomplish, so little time. TOKessayTOKpresentationEEdraftGEOGhomeworkWORLDLITdraftCHINESEwrittentask
but with love and strength for each new day, He will make a way for me.

…but what I have seen with the eyes of my soul, and with fingers of faith I can feel, I can feel…

In Christ alone my hope is found;
He is my light, my strength, my song;
This cornerstone, this solid ground,
Firm through the fiercest drought and storm.
What heights of love, what depths of peace,
When fears are stilled, when strivings cease!
My comforter, my all in all—
Here in the love of Christ I stand.

at this very moment, the clock strikes one, first of march. it’s founder’s day. the taps are still running. there are so many reasons for this. and it just won’t stop. there just seems to be that bit of unresolved feeling hanging within. work. and everything else. it all lumps together. i’m detesting myself for this again, and its not right. i need to get out of this quick. its pulling me back. emotionally. physically. mentally. and spiritually. stand up. now. there’s no wrong in falling. just arise once again.