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Insanity

So this was a big week. For the first time in a long time I have felt the overwhelming need to cry. As always I am unaware of the way that people can see what is going on with me even when I think that I doing a good job of hiding it from everyone.
I am an RA (Resident Advisor) at Dixie. This week I was given the task to work with another RA to make flyer's for a sports activity that was coming up. Usually I am the one who makes sure that everything that needs to go on the fl yer is on and is correct. The other RA usually does all the "Flash". Well this week I had over 28 hours of work to do. Because of all of the homework that I had to do I did not check the fl yer that had been done and let the other RA do what ever he wanted and trusted that the information would be correct.
A few days later it was the day before all of my assignments were due and I was freaking out. I also had to go to my RA meeting. At these meeting my RM (Resident Manager) has personal meetings with each RA to go over things that deal with that one person. At my meeting the first thing she said to me was "So, have you had a hard week? Are you really stressed out?". I was flabbergasted. How could she tell? Even at that moment I was on the verge of tears because of the stress. I told her about what was due and my week. I then asked her how she had known? She told me that she knew how particular I was with information and that she did not think that the fl yer had been passed by me because when it was turned into her, she had to change the whole thing.
I was expecting some kind of reprimand or advice on how to avoid this in the future. Instead she offered to help me in any way. I became so overcome with emotion and thankfulness that I almost cried.
Things are better now but I am not yet out of the woods. Most of my assignments are in and things are winding down. I even have gotten my sense of hummer back. All I can do is look forward to what will come next.

Comments

Amy said…
No worries. I've neglected my studies, so during the next few weeks my emotions will be high. High...
Team 'Iloa said…
This post made me so sad. I hope you are feeling less stress this week. I have been waiting for a call about our scrapbook night??? Are you having problems getting a hold of some glue sticks???
Unknown said…
I am so sad to hear you had a break down. Hang in there girl!
Annie said…
Eilza dear! It sounds like someone needs some new episodes of One Tree Hill to take her stress away. Only one more week to wait! I hope this week goes better for you!
the Poffster said…
You know if you ever need help I'm always here! But I completely understand were you are coming from:) The Joys of college...lol NOT! Hang in there we only have a couple of weeks to go...Praise the LORD!

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