not a particularly good day
So, this will be me venting (or talking, whatever) about myself. I'm not going to complain about other people this time round, because people really haven't been bothering me that badly lately. Good news...makes my life easier and a little more enjoyable, at least.
No, I'm frustrated with classes. I'm upset that I work my ass off in my classes (calculus, chem 123, psych 101) and don't feel like I accomplish anything. I'm mostly upset with math, however. I can't get the hang of it. What's the point in working on it when it just comes back to shoot me in the face with a bad grade. If I can't do it, and it's part of my major, then what's the point. I feel as if I'm wasting my time.
I should be doing something that I'm good at; something that I enjoy. That would be English. Comes naturally and I actually like to write (if you couldn't tell already). Although my mastery of the English language comes better in my formal essays than this journal. Anywho, I should be doing that.
I talked to my parents today about it. Today was one of those days that you just feel like you need a good crying session (if you've ever had one of those days). So, I had a good crying session, being frustrated with what I'm currently pursuing. My mom was the most supportive. My dad was like "don't give up just now." Well, I'd rather withdraw from math before I obtain an F on my transcript. He's trying to push me into a major, a degree that will have some application in the future. In case you don't know, I'm a Bio major. Lots of work.
Who says there isn't a future in English? If worst come to worst, I could become a teacher (elementary). Simple. There will always be a demand for teachers. I thought it would be cool to see if I could get into the Art department here, with my photography, and see if I could pursue a degree in photography and English. That would lead me to maybe getting a job at a magazine or something like that. There's a future.
According to my dad, there isn't, so that's that. But whatever. I'm going to do what I want, what makes me happy. Fuck, I'd be happy being a bartender. Being shoved into an office somewhere (or research lab) isn't going to make me happy. I want to experience college, not set myself up for a quick burnout before I'm done with the present.
No, I'm frustrated with classes. I'm upset that I work my ass off in my classes (calculus, chem 123, psych 101) and don't feel like I accomplish anything. I'm mostly upset with math, however. I can't get the hang of it. What's the point in working on it when it just comes back to shoot me in the face with a bad grade. If I can't do it, and it's part of my major, then what's the point. I feel as if I'm wasting my time.
I should be doing something that I'm good at; something that I enjoy. That would be English. Comes naturally and I actually like to write (if you couldn't tell already). Although my mastery of the English language comes better in my formal essays than this journal. Anywho, I should be doing that.
I talked to my parents today about it. Today was one of those days that you just feel like you need a good crying session (if you've ever had one of those days). So, I had a good crying session, being frustrated with what I'm currently pursuing. My mom was the most supportive. My dad was like "don't give up just now." Well, I'd rather withdraw from math before I obtain an F on my transcript. He's trying to push me into a major, a degree that will have some application in the future. In case you don't know, I'm a Bio major. Lots of work.
Who says there isn't a future in English? If worst come to worst, I could become a teacher (elementary). Simple. There will always be a demand for teachers. I thought it would be cool to see if I could get into the Art department here, with my photography, and see if I could pursue a degree in photography and English. That would lead me to maybe getting a job at a magazine or something like that. There's a future.
According to my dad, there isn't, so that's that. But whatever. I'm going to do what I want, what makes me happy. Fuck, I'd be happy being a bartender. Being shoved into an office somewhere (or research lab) isn't going to make me happy. I want to experience college, not set myself up for a quick burnout before I'm done with the present.