March 3
More crosscutting. In Zimbardo’s class we talk about talking about my sex. I squirm as I think of recent events.
At some point the whole thing with [redacted] clicks and I suddenly realize what I’ve done. I can’t believe I did that. I can’t understand why I would do that. At random times when I’m walking between classes not thinking of anything the full force of what I’ve done hits me and I have to stop and cry. I’ve started taking my iPod so I don’t have to stop thinking.
posted March 26, 2005 05:15 PM (Education) (0 comments) #