Hello all,
I know its been a while, but I have been kind of busy. I feel like this semester has been the biggest prize fights I have ever been in. I have been struggling with statistics this semster. I thought from probability on, I would understand more of it naturally--WRONG! How naive I was. I have a tutor , and she has helped me immensely, but I just have trouble grasping some things.
I got through so far with am A-, which I am happy with, but . . . I am going for platinum. Here we are two weeks to go in the semester, and I have one more class project for stats. This last project is a really tough one. So tough in fact, I had to leave early the other night because I was so burned out on stats. I mean I really couldn't see straight, and felt like the walls were closing in.
Why do I put so much pressure on myself? why do I need to be the best at everything I do? these two questions are so easy yet, so hard to answer. Why am I this way? I tell you, I do not know.
I also have a final project do for another class. This project, however, is one that really gets me all nerved up. I am working with other people on it. I don't have a problem with working with people, its just-- I prefer to stand or fall alone. My grade is my grade, for a reason. To depend on people has always left me jaded. Here's hoping.
Oh well, things are as they are . . . as they are. I don't make any excuses and I can't help certain personality quirks. I never intend to explain myself either. Mostly because, I only care about the opinion from a small number of people..
Well anyhow, that is it for me. I am off to battle the homework blues, but before I go, I will leave you with one finally thought. Living in this building sucks, one of my neighbors is cooking, what smells like burnt onion stuffed asshole. I mean my eyes are on fire.whomever it is they need to never cook that again. I may go rub bleach in them to make them feel better.
Later Taters.
PS. Lava, how did I do?
P.P.S.S. Tonight I am making corn muffins. Good thing there not a North-Easter rolling through, or else it could have become another cupcake incident.
So now I'm your editor? Lucky you! This is an awesome post - good content, which is the MOST important thing. You are a hoot and you are a serious student and you are awesome. Just remember: always begin your sentences with an upper case letter. " . . . cooking, what . . ." (no comma there) What else? Tracy?
ReplyDeleteOK, well, since Lava covered the comma and capitalization issues, I'll offer this: It's actually P.P.S., and not "P.P.S.S." P.S. stands for the Latin "post scriptum," so P.P.S. is "post-post scriptum." As in, after writing and after-after writing.
ReplyDeleteOtherwise, I totally get the content. I know what it's like to sound like Marge Simpson with an A- with two weeks left to go. And I also laughed thinking of you and the "cupcake incident." Great use of humor and struggle...
"One of my neighbors is cooking what smells like burnt onion stuffed asshole." Ew! So gross! Only YOU would think to say that. (It's really funny.)
ReplyDeleteDear Chris,
ReplyDeleteYour writing makes me smile and I always enjoy reading it. This part really, really resonates with me! "Why do I put so much pressure on myself? why do I need to be the best at everything I do? these two questions are so easy yet, so hard to answer. Why am I this way?"
Thank you for your honest thoughts, Chris.
Take care,
Emma