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Today, I was hit with quite the shot at the ego. An exam which I took last Tuesday, I felt as though I aced, and was left with a more than sufficient grade.
I felt like I was on the right track again. Until today, when I got it back.
18. Percent. That's right. 100 possible points. I got 18.
I'd be lying if I said I didn't almost lose my composure right there. All I could think about was "Brian, you are so fucked."
So, all this evening, one question was been running through my mind: "What am I going to do?"
And, to be quite honest, I have two options. I can go to my classes, and talk to my teachers, and hope there is something I can do to save myself from the peril I'm in. Or, I can save URI the trouble, and dismiss myself. That's right, I'm thinking of dropping out of college, and giving up totally on getting my degree in Mathematics from the University of Rhode Island.
I feel like such a fuck up.
I felt like I was on the right track again. Until today, when I got it back.
18. Percent. That's right. 100 possible points. I got 18.
I'd be lying if I said I didn't almost lose my composure right there. All I could think about was "Brian, you are so fucked."
So, all this evening, one question was been running through my mind: "What am I going to do?"
And, to be quite honest, I have two options. I can go to my classes, and talk to my teachers, and hope there is something I can do to save myself from the peril I'm in. Or, I can save URI the trouble, and dismiss myself. That's right, I'm thinking of dropping out of college, and giving up totally on getting my degree in Mathematics from the University of Rhode Island.
I feel like such a fuck up.