School. Study. Work. School. Work. Study. Work. Study. Work. Study. That is a brusque, yet accurate description of my schedule. On Mondays and Wednesdays, I have Psychology at 8:00 AM and one hour in between, before my General Biology class. Afterward, there is a two to five hour slot of time reserved entirely for studying, relaxing, eating, and/or napping. My last class begins at 7:00 PM and ends at 8:50 PM. Every other day, I am working. My shifts for work fluctuate, but once I finish my shifts, I studystudystudy.

Being a full-time student while working part-time is more stressful than I had originally anticipated. The small time frame left in the day that is not consumed by school, work, or studying is usually my time for relaxing. Another way to put it is spacing out, sleeping, eating at home because I forget to eat at/before school and work, or communicating with some friends to compensate for my slowly depleting social life.

I can't say I'm a fan of school or work right now. My professor for General Biology is overbearing personality-wise. He is loud, rude, picks favorites, and his exams are impossible. As someone who has never scored below average, I am not confident with this class, as I cannot see any defined direction of where I am headed with this class. Work is an entirely new story. In a few mere months, I have attained a great deal of knowledge on how to conduct myself socially, multi-task efficiently and quickly, work as a member of a team, and customer service skills. However, working in a restaurant has exposed me to a new side to people. I can truthfully say that customers are unreasonable, but it's a circumstance where you must simply bear with inappropriate behavior, bite your tongue, and swallow your pride because the customer is "always right."

This depresses me to some level, because children, possibly fourteen to sixteen-years-old, are being introduced into the labor force and face appalling behavior from adults. Without a doubt, this experience has made me much more empathetic toward workers. I am going to be a kind customer to all employees of any work environment, not that I was ever a terrible customer to anyone.

To be frank, this entire week has felt like a nightmare for me. A few days ago, a stranger tried to stalk me via Facebook while I was sitting across from him at the school library. He almost sent me a friend request had I not given him the excuse that I only use Facebook for contacting classmates for help with school (which is half true). I then forced one of friend to come fetch me once her class was over so I could escape being put in yet another unfavorable position. I have only had a few interactions with this person, but every time I see him, I want to turn the other way. He is over-affectionate and consistently tries to touch me, which is not within my comfort level. (Plus, he smells.) Moreover, he becomes excessively excited; he starts speaking loudly to get my attention and waves his hands/arms around violently, while making a huge grin.

Keep in mind that I barely associate with him... but I think that even without that fact, my reasons for feeling uncomfortable are completely validated. Along with that, I have seen his deviantART, which seems to be an outlet for him. Journal entry after entry, his deviantART is full of whining about not having a "girl." Not long before the stalking incident, he tried to subtly ask me about my romantic life repeatedly and I told him I have no interest in dating anyone in my college. I simply do not trust his intentions whatsoever. I believe I will now be avoiding the school library.

Another incident I had this week was with a stupid, ignorant fuck. I texted a classmate about the previous situation. I received this as a response, "You're an Asian female, so don't you have to be the super quiet, submissive type?" Excuse me? If you did not send that through text, you would regret speaking to me in that manner.

As for work, I believe that further details are not necessary. Work is work, and customers are terrible. Overall, I am frustrated with people and, their inexhaustible ability to be difficult and overbearing, but I will keep my head up and have a better day.