Dear Professor Dalavagas,
I’m sending this e-mail to inform you that I will not be able to be present during the midterm examination in class tomorrow. Unfortunately I am currently in the hospital and will have to remain here over the next couple of days. I would just like to see if I had your permission to make up the examination at a later date. I have with me a signed doctors note explaining the details of why I am here and my absence, so please let me know in what method you would prefer that I send it to you. I hope you can understand that I would prefer to attend class on that day but am just not going to be able to make it. I would greatly appreciate it if you would let me make it at whatever time may be convenient for you.
Thank you,
Nicole Gluck
I’m not really sure how to write a monologue about myself. I could just spit out verbs or nouns or adjectives but that wouldn’t really give you a clear cut view on who I actually am as a person. What’s going on inside my brain could probably be compared to any sort of apocalyptic scenario, because there are literally way too many things going on in there. Sometimes it’s hard for me to focus on one thing because I’m considering different actions and consequences and outcomes and verses and ideas and I just can’t put my brain on hold. That’s why sleeping is one of my favorite things to do. I wish there was some way to send your brain on vacation, to just pack it up a little suitcase and give it a little fanny pack and send it on it’s way to the Bahamas or Puerto Rico so you could just chill out without having to worry or mope or grieve or stress. I’m not sure if I’m the only person who has this problem, but it’s literally a daily kind of thing where I’m telling my brain to shut up, stop digging deeper into that thought and just leave it be but it keeps clawing at the littlest pinprick ideas in my head and it enlarges them and shreds them to pieces and gets so deeply inside them that after a while I’ve just lost control and I have to think these things that I don’t want to and that I know aren’t good for me. Hopefully in the future someone invents an off button for your brain with some sort of allotted time for relaxation and you can just sit in a chair mindlessly for three days straight.
I also secretly wish I was a bear, this is my incorporated media picture
