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I had a bit of a nervous breakdown on Monday.
Normally I'm not one to worry too much about myself (sociability excluded, obviously). But when I start having difficulty with concepts and in areas that are normally smooth sailing for me, it's a bit of a shock to the system. In this case, it's the impending doom that is my grade in physics...somehow I managed to drop a whole lot of points very quickly on stuff that I thought I understood. And then the next set of homework was also somehow giving me difficulty, and I started to panic. There was a lot of cursing and almost-crying involved as desperation set in. I managed to get a grip on it, largely thanks to the coaching of my dad.
I guess it could have just been an amalgamation of everything kinda lousy that happened over the past few weeks that didn't seem to affect me that much at the time. In any case, it feels good to have that behind me, because other than the one damn class, things are going better than ever for me. Mistakes are being made, but I'm getting over it and moving on, which is a new thing for me.
Maybe some of this is just a lasting effect of seeing Ben Folds live (again!) last night. That man knows how to put on a good show and lift my spirits and aspirations for the future.
I greatly prefer writing these kinds of entries to stuff I was writing even a few months ago. I don't feel as if there's as much of me that needs to be concealed, and I think I'm a lot better off because of it.
Every time I move from place to place, it gets harder, and the end of this semester will be the hardest yet.
Normally I'm not one to worry too much about myself (sociability excluded, obviously). But when I start having difficulty with concepts and in areas that are normally smooth sailing for me, it's a bit of a shock to the system. In this case, it's the impending doom that is my grade in physics...somehow I managed to drop a whole lot of points very quickly on stuff that I thought I understood. And then the next set of homework was also somehow giving me difficulty, and I started to panic. There was a lot of cursing and almost-crying involved as desperation set in. I managed to get a grip on it, largely thanks to the coaching of my dad.
I guess it could have just been an amalgamation of everything kinda lousy that happened over the past few weeks that didn't seem to affect me that much at the time. In any case, it feels good to have that behind me, because other than the one damn class, things are going better than ever for me. Mistakes are being made, but I'm getting over it and moving on, which is a new thing for me.
Maybe some of this is just a lasting effect of seeing Ben Folds live (again!) last night. That man knows how to put on a good show and lift my spirits and aspirations for the future.
I greatly prefer writing these kinds of entries to stuff I was writing even a few months ago. I don't feel as if there's as much of me that needs to be concealed, and I think I'm a lot better off because of it.
Every time I move from place to place, it gets harder, and the end of this semester will be the hardest yet.