And look who's come back from the dead.
So. Hmm. Hi.
Long time, no see. In case you've been wondering, yes, I'm alive (even if, right now, my reaction to that sentence would be something like "barely").
You see, back in the end of February, I discovered I've passed an exam (to enter a career) that entailed more and more tests. So for the last couple of months, that's all I've been doing: studying a hell of a lot. And I've passed some of those tests too. Go figure.
Unfortunately, I didn't pass the last one. By 2.75 points. True story: I needed a 50, got a 47.75 instead. Oh, well. I guess my dreams of winning the lottery and becoming a Public Prosecutor will have to be, once more, postponed.
I guess I could always be petty and say, hey, whatever, what I *really* want to be is a judge! But then again, who the hell would I be kidding?
Truth is, I feel like shit. I spent the last few months of my life doing absolutely nothing, and now I feel like I've got a bad taste in my mouth. And I've gotten so close, *so freaking close*! It feels like they've dragged me around, only to get in the end and say "sorry girl, you're not good enough for us" - except that's not even this: I've gotten so close, and lost by so little, that's not even a matter of competence anymore. 47.75 instead of 50? That's luck. Or lack of it. And it feels even worse.
Can't really say I've ever cried this much in my life. Or felt so bad. Or such sheer frustration.
Now, though, I've decided I'm going back, once again, to my old and demanding legal course, and wait for the next battery of tests and exams and whatnot.
But yeah. I'm back.
Long time, no see. In case you've been wondering, yes, I'm alive (even if, right now, my reaction to that sentence would be something like "barely").
You see, back in the end of February, I discovered I've passed an exam (to enter a career) that entailed more and more tests. So for the last couple of months, that's all I've been doing: studying a hell of a lot. And I've passed some of those tests too. Go figure.
Unfortunately, I didn't pass the last one. By 2.75 points. True story: I needed a 50, got a 47.75 instead. Oh, well. I guess my dreams of winning the lottery and becoming a Public Prosecutor will have to be, once more, postponed.
I guess I could always be petty and say, hey, whatever, what I *really* want to be is a judge! But then again, who the hell would I be kidding?
Truth is, I feel like shit. I spent the last few months of my life doing absolutely nothing, and now I feel like I've got a bad taste in my mouth. And I've gotten so close, *so freaking close*! It feels like they've dragged me around, only to get in the end and say "sorry girl, you're not good enough for us" - except that's not even this: I've gotten so close, and lost by so little, that's not even a matter of competence anymore. 47.75 instead of 50? That's luck. Or lack of it. And it feels even worse.
Can't really say I've ever cried this much in my life. Or felt so bad. Or such sheer frustration.
Now, though, I've decided I'm going back, once again, to my old and demanding legal course, and wait for the next battery of tests and exams and whatnot.
But yeah. I'm back.