Stress

How do you not stress out? There must be some method I have yet to discover. I sit in class and listen to the teacher talking a mile a minute and I feel the tension building up. I try to tell myself, "So what? Let her talk. It doesn't matter." If I could just convince myself not to care. Or space it out and think about something else. Maybe I'll just skip class. But I don't want to skip class. There's nothing else about my life that is as interesting, so if I don't go to class, I have no life.
One way to relieve stress is to sprawl out on a comfortable couch for a couple hours. But I have no comfortable couch. I have a short, hard couch. I have a comfortable bed, but a bed doesn't have the same effect.
Another way to relieve stress (or depression) is to write poetry. So I wrote a bi-lingual poem about the teacher that talks too fast. Maybe I'll get bold and hand it to her next time I see her.
But better yet, don't stress out to begin with. Ok, so, I don't care. I really don't care. It's just life. Here today and gone tomorrow. I'm too slow and that's my sorrow. She's too fast and can't slow down--whirling Hebrew words around. Round and round my head they spin--some go out and some go in. Some I understand so well; other words I just can't tell. Let them come, let them go. Some are strange, some I know. I don't care, it doesn't matter. I'll just eat choc'late and get fatter.
(Looking at Nutella jar--no, better get giant bar of dark chocolate. Pure, unadulterated dark chocolate. Eat it slowly with a few sips of coffee. Hey, I feel better already, and that was just an imaginary chocolate bar.)