Sickness and prom
It is Thursday, today. Meaning that there is really only a day and a half until Saturday. And Saturday is prom.
And I am sick.
This week, my head has consistently felt about five pounds heavier than it should be. My brain seems to have taken a vacation, and I forget things that I need to do very easily (Dear Mr. Sutton, I will definitely find out who Oliver North and April whatsherface are. Love, Michelle).
I break into coughing fits in class. I felt like I was dying a very slow death when I ran the mile in PE earlier this week.
And PROM is on Saturday.
I was talking to my fellow sick person Samantha Nguyen about this dilemma earlier today.
“My ears keep ringing, and I can’t hear right,” she told me glumly.
And we have both had a hand in getting Lucy Zhang sick. She walked into first-hour history this morning and glared at us both threateningly while motioning to her throat.
However, I completely refuse to let sickness ruin my prom. I will somehow force myself to get better even though I will probably get close to no sleep for the rest of this week.
I will combat my cold through sheer will power even though I am coughing up a storm even as I write. (It feels like there is a small furry animal that has taken up residence in my throat that feels the urge to puff itself up every few minutes.)
And this blog entry is probably very disjointed and incoherent. Oh well. I’m going to go and focus my energy on fighting my sniffles.
— Michelle Gao