I hate this semester
I hate fall semesters. They suck beyond words.
The first one I felt like a miserable failure. I was really quite torn apart. I turned out fine from it, got a decent GPA and all that ... yet ... life still sucked , hard.
The second fall semester here. I got caught for minor consumption. If that doesn't ruin a semester, nothing does. Academically I was fine. However, I was pretty damn unhappy with everything.
This semester, outside of academics is a precent happy semester. Academically its atrocious. If grades came out right now ... I might not have any As. Considering that my life has been essentially school centric for the past 15 years, with the exception of the past couple of summers and winter breaks ... That is devastating.
Within academics there is a little special class of hell: fluids. Fluids , I hate more than practically anything. More than I hate Notre Dame (and that is saying something). It has practically single handedly caused me to really really not want to be a chemical engineer anymore. I actually wanted to be a chemE; not anymore. I will get this degree, use it for a few years till I can get a degree in something I actually want to do ... and then live a healthy existence in something rational.
I'm not asking for sympathy. I was the dumbass who picked this major. I just wanted to say:
I really really need this semester to end. Since I just don't give a damn anymore.
The first one I felt like a miserable failure. I was really quite torn apart. I turned out fine from it, got a decent GPA and all that ... yet ... life still sucked , hard.
The second fall semester here. I got caught for minor consumption. If that doesn't ruin a semester, nothing does. Academically I was fine. However, I was pretty damn unhappy with everything.
This semester, outside of academics is a precent happy semester. Academically its atrocious. If grades came out right now ... I might not have any As. Considering that my life has been essentially school centric for the past 15 years, with the exception of the past couple of summers and winter breaks ... That is devastating.
Within academics there is a little special class of hell: fluids. Fluids , I hate more than practically anything. More than I hate Notre Dame (and that is saying something). It has practically single handedly caused me to really really not want to be a chemical engineer anymore. I actually wanted to be a chemE; not anymore. I will get this degree, use it for a few years till I can get a degree in something I actually want to do ... and then live a healthy existence in something rational.
I'm not asking for sympathy. I was the dumbass who picked this major. I just wanted to say:
I really really need this semester to end. Since I just don't give a damn anymore.