Seriously Stressed

Oh dear...

It's only the end of the second week of my new semester, and I'm already feeling the stress. The best part is, I'm not even doing a degree course. I'm only doing my A-LEVELS, for goodness sake.

Isn't A-levels supposed to be a Pre-U program? And aren't Pre-U programs supposed to be easy?? Which also means that students are supposed to be relaxed and enjoying life before progressing to a degree course and working life later on.

I mean, when can someone enjoy life without a care in the world? During his school days of course! Well, some may argue that relaxation and enjoyment is best left for the retirement days. But then again, who can claim to be as energetic and as full of life as when they're young?

Seriously, I'm going to need psychiatric help. Depression, anxiety attacks, and stress only spell the beginning of mental problems burdening me.

So much to do, yet so little time. Couple that with terrible time management, and ta-da!! You'll get few mountain loads of things that were due ages ago. Cool... Real cool... Maybe you can try it out some time or other.

Now, let's see. What's on my waiting list?

1. Register for IELTS.
2. Study for IELTS.
3. Study Physics.
4. Figure out what in the world photosynthesis is about.
5. Try to decipher the language of equations and symbols of scientists for Chemistry.
6. Draft out my personal statement.
7. Register for BMAT.
8. Prepare for BMAT.
9. Register for UCAS.
10. Apply through UCAS.
11. Presentation on an unheard of topic for Chemistry, again.
12. Get my certificate.
13. Complete my big fat load of homework.
14. Get a haircut.
15. Search for a nice swimming costume.
16. Tidy my things.
17. Mop the floor.
18. Study, study, study...

Hmmmmm..........

Is that all?

No, of course not. When have I ever been so lucky? The problem now is that I can't recall what else I have to do. OMG...... Horror of horrors. Am I getting amnesia too?

Oh, give me a break......

1 relatively good thing comes out of this though.

I'm finally publishing a new post on my poor little blogie.

Well, what can I say?

I only have some sort of weird inspiration to write when I'm under stress.

Am I a nut case???

I hope not.

Not now, anyway...