June 19, 2011

• Depressive

  In a previous post, I talked about a memo I had to write and how glad I was that it was done...now I wish I had a time machine.

  Basically, I didn't do as well as I thought I had because I missed a fairly significant part of the assignment. When I found out about the bad grade, I got super upset. It basically ruined my whole weekend...and I'm still mad at me. This was the class I thought where I would really excel and leave everyone else miles behind...that's not the case. In fact, I'm struggling just to keep up. It sucks.

  The biggest problem is that the reality turned out very different from my expectations. I've performed poorly before; but in those situations, I typically had some foreknowledge of the result. This time, though, the memo snuck up stealthily behind me like a ninja and attacked me with its blazing nunchucks. Brutal.

  So, I'm having to go through my strange, depressive-mood activities: listening to my angsty Shakira songs (there are plenty, btw), making food and not eating it, wondering if I have the abilities to achieve what I want in life, thinking about growing a proper emover, et cetera.

  On the plus side, it's kicked my studying habits into high gear. I'm almost done with all my homework, I shouldn't really have much to do until Tuesday night, which will be nice...but if I can't write a good memo, what's the point?

  Excuse me, my emo is showing.

  • 4:17 pm
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