Whoosh What Was That?

I don't quite know what to say or how to say it.  But the phrase busy bee doesn't even come close.  My professors have decided that I must have no life and therefore should pile assignments up on me.  My dearly loved thinks I don't have a life, and therefore loves movie watching.  I would say I am up and running at the speed of light, but wait I can't.  I am an official cripple.  I am so pathetic and in so much pain that I even contemplated allowing my boy or best girl friends to drive me to school.  I really just wanted to slap myself upside the head and demand what is wrong with me.  I know it is painful- but get real.  Other people are dealing with problems like these on a large scale.  Seven stitches can't really cripple me for long.  I refuse to allow myself to be a wimp and stand in the corner.  The homework is piled, my little mind is racing, the sound should be my brain ticking and working but instead it is air filtering in and out.  The presentation was a disaster, an absolute atomic bomb for my grade.  It won't surprise me what I get no higher than a C. Where is my motivation to get things done?  Where is my focus, my drive?  Gone all of it, whoosh, just disappeared from my consciousness.  I am determined to catch it, it my be blowing along in the wind; but I will find it!  My grades will not be for not.