It turns out I have to go back to college for the whole week next week. Apparently I haven’t finished all my work, and I won’t pass if I don’t go in. The only thing I’m missing is some annotations, so they’ve probably lost my work. In which case, I will not be redoing it.
I doubt I’ll be able to cope in college for a full week. I could barely manage leaving the house for half a day yesterday. My Mum’s forcing me to go in because ‘failure is not in our vocabulary’ – as she said. So obviously passing is more important to her than my mental health. And when my personal tutor calls her to tell her I’ve had a breakdown – which he most likely will – she’ll say to him that I have to stay in class to do the work. Great.
My Mum’s making the nurse do my blood test next week as my doctor is off, and she’s worried about the results so she doesn’t want to wait 3 weeks. She found out the most common cause for the high level results is a tumour/growth (90% chance it’s benign), so she’s panicking more over that than me. Of course she’s more interested in my physical health than mental, despite it not affecting me like everything else is. Oh well. That’s typical for my family.