They changed my bow in archery… Apparently another student from a different class messed it up somehow. Now I have a completely different bow. The force of the string is off, it doesn’t have no-glove tabs (built on the string to protect your fingers) so now I have to shoot with gloves and it’s really weird, and my shooting stance has completely changed to adapt to the bow. The class is pass or fail, and it’s an automatic pass if you show up every single day. But with how good my previous shots were, I was hoping to change it to a letter grade and make an easy A. Now I’m only hitting the target 1/10 times, and I’m not even exaggerating. I really needed this boost to my GPA, even if just by a little. I don’t understand why I’m so unlucky in everything I do. Whatever. I’ll just have to keep trying… By the end of today’s class I was at least getting closer and closer to the center.
I’ve been thinking about it lately. I’ve never really ever had a hero, or someone I aspire to be like. People I admire sure, but never someone whose image I’ve wanted to recreate in myself. My grandmother would have to be the closest, for obvious reasons to the people who know me. Other than that I think my hero would actually be me.
I don’t mean to say that conceitedly or anything. I’ve just been thinking lately that everyone has their own personal struggles. No one really knows all of the issues of another person’s life. When I think about it - and I know there are a lot people who have had it way worse than me - I’ve just been through a lot of things that other people of my generation have never had to go through. There were a lot of times where I thought of breaking down and giving up on everything. I still do once in a while. But for whatever reason I’m still pushing myself forward. And I know there are a lot of people that wouldn’t be able to do that or bounce back from their own problems. Everyone has problems. Everyone hates themselves sometimes, or hates everyone else sometimes. Whenever I feel this way, I don’t find myself wishing I was stronger like such-and-such. I just find myself wishing I was stronger.
I look back at the things I used to have to deal with and I realize that I’m stronger the way I am now. That if the old me were to confront the person that I am now, she’d probably be pretty damn amazed, proud, happy. I guess to put it in layman’s terms, everyone can be their own hero as long as they try to better themselves as a person every day. I know that there are plenty of opportunities to mess that up - I know I have, and still do a lot - but I’m trying, and I guess that’s what’s important.
I’m wearing a jacket in my own apartment coz’ it’s been 60F. It’s like living with my old roommate all over again :/
In other news, those therapeutic stockings really work! I thought it was a load of bull, but since I started wearing them I haven’t had as many (or as bad) dizzy falls. They’re also helping me stay warm.
We did a lab experiment in physiology, testing our auditory and visual reaction times. We recorded our own, but of course the teacher wants it turned in for a grade. I’m putting mine on here for my own convenience.
Right hand visual: 0.341sec; probability of someone being faster 65.00%
Left hand visual: 0.316sec; probability of someone being faster 42.55%
Right hand auditory: 0.231sec; probability of someone being faster 43.77%
Left hand auditory: 0.228sec; probability of someone being faster 40.71%