Murphy’s Law is my master and I am its bitch
With a rather high struck eyebrow I noticed an ever increasing tendency for the manifestation of Murphy’s Laws in my life. It started with the harmless Internet messenger, which always popped with people looking for me, when the last thing on my mind was talking to them and remained eerily silent, when I wrote to people. Then this moved to trying to call people. 4 out of 5 tried nobody picks at the first try. Annoying, but bearable.
However getting sick the day before the big macroeconomics test, Thursday, and trying to study that day and today for the test with a bitter taste in my mouth and a rather turbulent head was a challenge. What’s little nausea? But the bus being lat after a record of timeliness for the last three months, considering that I would come late for my German test in the morning… It makes you wonder whether someone upstairs is having fun watching me being helpless and annoyed or I am just in a “Snakes and Ladders” stage, where an invisible dice falls on the wrong numbers always.
Anyways I think I did okay-ish on my German test. We had to describe and explain a graphic and I wrote it down concise and clear, but compared to everybody else mine looked puny. Oh well this is how these things roll I guess. Macroeconomics went rather well. I think my sister’s lucky plastic beads helped me getting the easier test version and managed to solve the most important part in the test aka the mathematical problems. The multiple choice was horrendous in the sense that it was too abstract from what I studied. We didn’t get the time to think that far away from what is given as theory and I think I sucked there a bit, but eventually things will balance each out in the middle. As hard as I try I can’t get obsessive with grades as I was in high school. Perfection is something nobody can achieve and attempting to imitate only ends bad.
On that positive note, I will have to give my best to achieve a very serious and hefty report for a competition, which I had to do two weeks ago… My dream boat partner turned out to be a total lesson in applying reality into one’s expectations: aka feeling desperately in need does not change the fact that people are always what they don’t seem.