I feel nauseous
my history teacher stopped me today in the corridor and wanted to discuss an essay thing I did some months ago in her course. It was a course of the history of Finland from the Russian autonomy to the second World War and we had to do some research of our own families from that time and write about it. The point was to make studying that era a bit more interesting to us or something. Anyways, I found the letters my ancestors had written to each other, love letters from 1874-1875 and war letters from WWII and wrote about them and got the best possible grade but she never gave the actual essay(/whatever it was) back.
so she said again that it was amazing and now said I could maybe work on it a bit more and then send it to some sort of science contest thing. Prizes: money, money, university admissions, money.
I think I’m going to vomit.
My family is watching ice hockey and I thought no one else in this family really cared about it either but now they’re screaming and shouting to the screen and I’m starting to think that maybe I was adopted