post-cathartic serenity

I feel more sure of myself. At least now I will make it, as much as I can, a matter of course to say something not because I'm too scared not to say it, or to decide not to say something not because I'm too scared to say it. I've been scared for most of my life. It's more tiring than it's embarrassing. People who have known me all my life might be shocked to find what a boring, stupid and truly bitchy person I am inside. Too bad, (wo)man.

Better still: the aftereffects of speech crisis that'd been dogging me ever since my self-destructive experiments in sec 2 seems to have evaporated overnight. It remains to be seen if this lasts.

I love my lit tutors! And KI tutors! All of them AND that one sole math tutor who is simultaneously the best teacher I have EVER had. (If only the history tutors weren't running away.) MJ might not be right up there in the rankings or in the genius power of the general student population but they have some damn hell good teachers.