I really, really, really shouldn't be here. But somehow it is necessary.
I won't have time to be write a nice, long, eloquent, well-balanced entry today, but I just feel like there's an ice cube sitting somewhere on the bottom of my stomach. It doesn't melt. (These images are grossly inappropriate and will have to stop but I'm leaving them there for the time being.) Instead I will be specific for once.
There's some odd strain in my class, I feel. Barriers that were never there, secrets, civil strife. (Overly dramatic, I admit, but what can I say but the truth?) It's not just one person or a group of people. And I don't even know how it started. While it isn't as bad as I put it, it does affect the general atmosphere. Slowly. Maybe the whole Survivor-I-gotta-put-up-with-you-or-shun-you mentality is catching up with us.
Anyway, I'm sure I don't have to go into details?
I would have put this on the class blog but recently it refuses to display more recent posts so I don't trust it. If anyone thinks I am overreacting or being a general idiot please drop a tag. I implore you not to pretend you didn't read this or (ouch) be anonymous.
I'll probably read this tomorrow and say what the hell was I thinking? But for today... this is me.
.:ning:.
P.S. *I interrupt this programme with an important message: HAPPY BIRTHDAY MEL! We'll call ya tomorrow...*