Bitin

I wish this break would last a hundred days longer! That way, we'd all go straight to summer vacation. LOL. Thinking of going to school always did kill me. I remember when I was in grade school, I'd cry so loud in the morning begging my parents to not make go to school. And when I did go, I wouldn't let go of my dad's hand and my teacher would start pulling me away from him. That was the routine. Ugh. Some things don't change. Except, of course, I stopped crying every morning and my teachers don't pull me to go in the classroom anymore.

Actually there's only one class I'd hate to go back to... the class I only signed up for because it had the word "literature" in its title but it turns out that there's no sign of literature there... the class whose teacher stepped on me until there was nothing left of me to step on... the class where I now feel like a banana peel when I enter... geez. Here I go again. Sorry. It's a f*cking POST-TRAUMATIC STRESS DISORDER, I swear. LOL. I say that, because these symptoms have happened to me:

• Intrusive, upsetting memories of the event
• Flashbacks (acting or feeling like the event is happening again)
• Nightmares (either of the event or of other frightening things)
• Feelings of intense distress when reminded of the trauma
• Intense physical reactions to reminders of the event (e.g. pounding heart, rapid breathing, nausea, muscle tension, sweating)

Hahaha. Okay enough of that. It's not good to think of such things on the first day of the year. ;)

My Christmas and New Year were great (even with the upset stomach)! There's still the family reunion I'm looking forward to. I just love the holidays. :))