I didn't even WANT to take pictures on the journey. (You read that right.) I lost my apetite and couldn't eat even half of my plate during dinner, even after it being the first time I'm eating proper food in days (and any food in thirty six hours). I can't fall asleep, even though I'm tired as heck and I'm in my room on my own much much comfortable bed where I've wanted to return to for so long. I don't know what's wrong with me. I'm back home with the people I love but my mind is still back at school where certain events took place with the staff that could cause me to be failed this year. And I can't stop thinking about how one of the Physiology assistant professors told us that thirty students had been failed in Anatomy. THIRTY. Out of two hundred. Which means one in every eighteen students has failed. And that's just in Anatomy. The departments have all decided to take their anger from certain unavoidable fallacies this year and be absolutely ruthless during our finals. And none of my classmates deserve any of this, because nothing that went wrong was of their fault at all. But me? I deserve to fail. I'd avoided any kind of studying or academic related activity for literal months, and in addition to that went totally AWOL for two months without an explanation. I wasn't even supposed to be allowed to write these finals because my attendance was so low, but I guessed they overlooked it while issuing out the hall tickets and it wasn't really that big a deal. But now I'm sure they're going to take one look at my attendance and fail me. On second thought, I guess they won't even have to look at my attendance to fail me, with the way I'd performed in these exams. I've accepted that it's inevitable, and I ought to stop worrying about it and constantly thinking about it but...I just can't, no matter how hard I try. #todayinthelifeofshan #shanstudies #examstress #medicalschool #cantstopworrying