So. My exam period for this semester is finished; with 2 out of 3 exams certain to get at least a 90% on. 
The other one.... is my math.

I've said this so many times today that I'm annoying myself, but here it is again:
If I'm lucky and did shit right, then I will maybe get a 60%. Maybe.

I'd say "I FUCKING HATE MATH". But I don't. I like math. I just ( Read more... )

So today, I bring to you another post where you may not exactly care at all about what I say.

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Oh my goodness. When I was younger, I would always have random thoughts like "What would I do if someone broke in? What would I do if they tied my parents up? How would I let the police know? What if they tied me up? Would I survive? What if they broke in and just shot me and I died? What if they killed one of my family members? What if they tied ( Read more... )

So yeah, I finished my math exam.

You know what?
I have a goal.
Next year: I will do well in math.

Math is definitely not my strength. I mean, It's not my weakness either. But once something important comes along, oh, let's say a final exam for example, I completely blank out and don't understand anything.

I understood everything perfectly yesterday.
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