Living With Anxiety | Personal Blog

 I would consider myself a paranoid person, but I usually try to give different impressions to other people. I try to make it seem like I'm capable, able to take down challenges with no fear. Unfortunately, some more personal people know that I'm not at all like that. I'm actually scared of a lot of things. I would even say I have multiple phobias, though maybe I haven't discovered all of them. It's mostly a result of my obsession with watching/listening to true crime stories. The stories that go into great detail about how someone was kidnapped, murdered, or some other horrible third thing. It also has a bit to do with personal experiences.  In this post, I plan to go over my fears, rank them on how much it affects me, and explain why I'm afraid of them. This is just to give a bit more insight into me as a person, and giving you a general idea of how I tend to overdramatize situations. Or, in the case of phobias, having no reason to be afraid of it, but yet I a...

  My exams were, as I expected, not the issue themselves. The real issue was figuring out where the hell I had to go to get there. It seemed clear to me, what the staff told me. They gave me a room number and then the media center. I figured, "oh, the room will be easy to find" and "the media center, I don't even know where to start". It turned out to be the exact opposite. What the staff gave me was a 4-digit long room number (make a mental note of this), which seemed a little strange to me. I had been in the building before, and all the numbers were only 3 digits. I figured the first number, two, was an indication of what floor it was on, and then the remaining three digits were just the room number. Or, in a much less logical situation, the staff just made a bunch of typos. When I got to the school, I had the number memorized. That wasn't the issue at hand. I started by going upstairs and looking for the room with the last 3 digits I was given, as indeed,...

  It is the weekend, and last week was officially the last day of actual school. That means that next week will be the final week of school altogether. The final week, of course, means exams are coming. Last week, we had a teacher-made exam for my first period, meaning that I didn't have to go into the school to take it. Since I take online school, it was a breeze, since, admittedly, I had the ability to look through some of my notes. There weren't necessarily any rules saying I couldn't, so I did. The test was relatively a breeze, and it actually showed me my score at the end, which luckily showed that I passed. The first out of three exams are done. Unfortunately, that may have been the easiest I'll have it. Next week, this Monday, I will have to go into the school to take the other two exams. The unfortunate part comes both in how early I have to get to the school, and how long I have to stay in the school. I have to arrive there at around 7am, which doesn't soun...