In case that analogy didn't make sense, I blame the delirium.
Bad things about being sick at Dartmouth:
1. It's not home. There's no mom or dad or even Zan (well-protected against infection) to help me and bring me juice and talk to me and call the school to tell them I'm not coming in.
2. You have to tell your teachers that you're sick (and I'm always paranoid that my teachers will think I'm lying). But then you have to go in sometimes anyway because you have these "midterms" that are supposedly "important" or something, whatever that's about.
3. it's cold.
4. I called Health Services to schedule an appointment. When I told them my symptoms, they said I probably had a virus and there was nothing they could do. Which is what my doctor at home often tells me, but at least he gives me the courtesy of an appointment first.
5. You have to be all gross and sick and nasty in front of people who have not known you since your birth.
6. ...I would continue but I've lost my train of thought and I need to go back to bed. : (
Ohbers.
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