Everything that can go wrong on the very last day of finals will. I left the house without an umbrella and got caught in a torrential downpour that left me looking like a drowned rat and feeling really, really cold. I also left the house without food, which is disastrous because I never bring money with me for fear of a binge. So I was starving and cold. I felt awful before all of this happened, so you can imagine just how badly things were going. Somehow or other I made it through the final, and I think I did well. Cautiously optimistic.
I had scheduled an appointment with a counselor after my final, to discus next semester's courses, and that went awry as well. I guess we just didn't hit it off. She seemed really pissed off at me the moment I entered her office and was really pushing me to take classes I don't want. I wasn't about to tell her how I would find a class on nutrition that "emphasizes caloric intake" massively triggering. Nor did I want to tell her that I wasn't taking swimming because I don't want to get into a bathing suit. She also didn't seem to understand that I wanted some time in between at least one class where I could eat. Maybe I should have told her about my ED, but she did nothing to make me trust her enough to do that. I finally just left and chose my classes with my dad's help and without hers. I register tonight, and I'm really excited about most of them!
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