I know, great title.
Well well, It's been a little while. The last time I sent one of these I was super pumped for a test I was totally ready for... which turned out to be pretty damn false. I failed it.
I almost passed though! To be fair the class as a whole is completely out of my element so learning from scratch at this type of pace sucks. I know I know that's an excuse, but fuck don't judge me. I say that with love.
The good news is I absolutely killed the calculus exam this week and reinstilled my confidence that I'm not wasting my time here. Two down, three more to go, well for this month at least. Crazy, right?
So after this devastating episode of knowingly failing this test as I wrote it, I felt pretty damn shitty. And like, I never feel like that cause who the fuck feels... Just kidding, but my upsetness inspired my Dad to send way too many messages attempting to cheer/re-motivate me. His likely google search for these quotes probably looked something like: "father to son encouraging quotes" or some bullshit. Needless to say, thank you for the thought pops.
I hope this isn't depressing...
I'm missing the first family event this weekend and that sucks, wish I could be there. But I have 2 Saturday lectures and an exam to prepare for instead... SO MUCH FUN.
Fun, what even is fun? It's been two and a half weeks and I haven't experienced anything fun, unless solving derivatives is fun for some people. I'm basically at the point of disabling my group chat notifications because I am really feeling the FOMO. Again, those who aren't with the current times, I'll be helpful and tell you that FOMO is the "Fear of Missing Out". But I don't really think I am experiencing FOMO as much as SIMO, "Shit, I'm missing out". I totally just made that up and am officially coining it. So to all 30 readers that I have, this is your notice that I now own the acronym "SIMO".
I don't really have much else to say since absolutely nothing goes on except watching youtube videos and tv shows, and doing math.
Holy shit eh, this was depressing.
"Gosh Jay, stop being so melodramatic and do some more fucking math!"
That's bob, the voice in my head that constantly tells me to do math. Yup, that's what my nights have come to.
Thanks for reading!
Well well, It's been a little while. The last time I sent one of these I was super pumped for a test I was totally ready for... which turned out to be pretty damn false. I failed it.
I almost passed though! To be fair the class as a whole is completely out of my element so learning from scratch at this type of pace sucks. I know I know that's an excuse, but fuck don't judge me. I say that with love.
The good news is I absolutely killed the calculus exam this week and reinstilled my confidence that I'm not wasting my time here. Two down, three more to go, well for this month at least. Crazy, right?
So after this devastating episode of knowingly failing this test as I wrote it, I felt pretty damn shitty. And like, I never feel like that cause who the fuck feels... Just kidding, but my upsetness inspired my Dad to send way too many messages attempting to cheer/re-motivate me. His likely google search for these quotes probably looked something like: "father to son encouraging quotes" or some bullshit. Needless to say, thank you for the thought pops.
I hope this isn't depressing...
I'm missing the first family event this weekend and that sucks, wish I could be there. But I have 2 Saturday lectures and an exam to prepare for instead... SO MUCH FUN.
Fun, what even is fun? It's been two and a half weeks and I haven't experienced anything fun, unless solving derivatives is fun for some people. I'm basically at the point of disabling my group chat notifications because I am really feeling the FOMO. Again, those who aren't with the current times, I'll be helpful and tell you that FOMO is the "Fear of Missing Out". But I don't really think I am experiencing FOMO as much as SIMO, "Shit, I'm missing out". I totally just made that up and am officially coining it. So to all 30 readers that I have, this is your notice that I now own the acronym "SIMO".
I don't really have much else to say since absolutely nothing goes on except watching youtube videos and tv shows, and doing math.
Holy shit eh, this was depressing.
"Gosh Jay, stop being so melodramatic and do some more fucking math!"
That's bob, the voice in my head that constantly tells me to do math. Yup, that's what my nights have come to.
Thanks for reading!
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