Chiquita on illness

Every year, I get sick. Like, seriously sick. It sucks so badly. Late fall term, or early winter term, I get behind on my work because I miss so much school. Yesterday, I started feeling a cold coming on. You know, stuffy nose, itchy throat, the usual. I should have just stayed home, but being the commonsense-lacking teenager that I am, I decided to go out with my friends. That was a definite fail plan, because now I am sitting here, kleenex’s piling up, the tussin dm bottle getting more and more empty. This sucks. So, as a result of my going out last night and waking up this morning convinced I was near death, I’ve made a resolution. I hereby promise to take care of my health, and myself starting now. My plan consists of lots of orange juice, vitamin c pills, and not a lot of going out. I am convinced that going out last night contributed considerably to the way I feel this morning. This being my senior year and all, I think I should probably buckle down and focus on keeping myself healthy, and concentrating on my schoolwork. This is probably going to be a pretty hard promise to stick to, but I’m going to have to work on it if I want to come out on the other side of this school year with something I can be proud of. So, here goes nothing.