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😩 Exhaustion and Getting Through It

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  Today was one of those days that left me completely drained. Between morning classes, walking all over campus, a night class, and tutoring, my body feels like it’s been through a marathon. πŸƒπŸΎ‍♀️πŸ’¨ Add my period into the mix, and it’s no wonder I’m shaking from sheer exhaustion. 😡🏾‍πŸ’« Thankfully, no cramps or pain this time—just the heaviness that makes everything feel ten times harder. The night class is worth it, though. My current math professor actually helps me understand the material, and I’ve been passing quizzes and tests. ✏️πŸ“š That’s something I’ve struggled with before, so this class, as exhausting as it is, is necessary. It’s a far cry from my old math professor, who failed me—I saw them today, but I didn’t bother saying anything. 🚢🏾‍♀️πŸ’¨ Moving forward is all that matters. After such a long day, I tried to relax by playing Sims 4 for a bit (they finally brought back burglars! 🏑🦹🏾‍♂️), but even that felt like too much. By 11 p.m., I was in bed, barely hanging o...

Professor Igor for the Win!

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  Alright, so we’re three weeks into the semester, and if you’ve been following my blog, you  know   algebra has been my arch-nemesis. 😀 Last semester was brutal—I struggled, went to tutoring, asked my professor for help, did everything I could, and still got nowhere. My previous professor had this whole   “it’s easy”  attitude, which—spoiler alert—it was NOT. ❌ And to make matters worse, she didn’t believe in extra credit or acknowledging effort. πŸ™„ Long story short, she failed me, and I had to retake the class. When I met with my advisor, I didn’t care who taught the course as long as it wasn’t her. πŸš« I ended up having to take night classes just to avoid her, but honestly? Best. Decision. Ever. Because this time around, I have Professor Igor, and he’s a game-changer. πŸ™ŒπŸΎ He actually breaks things down in a way that makes sense. 🧠 But the best part? He gives credit for effort. ✅ Participation, homework, helping others—he a...

Snow Day Survival for Awkwardly Introverted Souls ❄️

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It’s official: classes have moved online to Zoom because we’re expecting a whole two inches of snow. Yep, two inches. But hey, icy conditions, brutal winds, and freezing temperatures make it sound worse, right? 🌬️❄️ It’s currently 2 a.m., and I should be asleep, but I just wrapped up my homework. Why the late-night hustle? An eye exam earlier left me temporarily blinded by those dilation drops—seriously, it’s no joke. I couldn’t even read my assignments properly. But now that I’m caught up, I’m thankful tomorrow's classes are online. πŸ‘€πŸ’» Honestly, I didn’t have the energy to go to campus anyway. Thursdays are my long-haul days, with a huge break between classes. Normally, I spend that downtime eating and doing homework before my dreaded night class: math. (I’ll let you guess how I feel about math. πŸ€”πŸ“‰) At least this semester, I dodged early morning classes, so there’s that win. πŸ™ŒπŸΎ Tomorrow, writing starts at 11:30 a.m., a perfectly reasonable time for a semi-night owl like me....

Black History: 365 Days, No Permission Needed ✊🏾

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To my fellow readers—both book lovers and those just passing through   Awkwardly Introverted —I hope y’all are enjoying this celebration of   Black power, Black excellence, and Black men and women doing the damn thing.   ✊🏾✨ As a   proud Black woman , I know one thing for sure:   no one can tell us anything.   We   are   Black history.   365 days a year. Every. Single. Day.   πŸ–€πŸ’ͺ🏾 And to the  racist white folks  mad about it— sit y’all asses down somewhere . πŸͺ‘ We’re not going anywhere. In fact,  we’re growing, thriving, and taking up space.  Y’all keep trying  (and failing)  to erase us, but history proves we don’t just survive—we  rise.  πŸŒπŸ”₯ That  orange, Cheeto-dusted buffoon  πŸ§€ with his  crusty, chapped mouth?  He couldn’t stop us before, and he damn sure  can’t now.  We’ve faced  far worse , and yet, here we are— stronger, smarter, and more unstoppable t...