Let's be honest. Everyone in this planet has put off work, important or not, because of laziness or lack of interest. But that's not what I plan to share.
Let's get specific. For the entire school year, I've received two failing grades. Physics was acceptable. I admit I was sloppy and I never attended class. I've had one too many rants about Physics. I think I've had enough. My brain, at least, deserves to not delve deeper about this matter. Wouldn't want to be talking about Thermodynamics again, wouldn't we? Well, this semester I worked my butt day and night drawing plates and exercises. Don't get me wrong, I love drawing. Freehand, that is. But when you add rules, it's like you're depriving me of what I enjoy doing. I'm a hobbyist but this is just not working out for me. Hey, I don't mind the instructions, this is Engineering. I get it, everything has to be exact and precise. One does not simply mess with accuracy. So see, I've been following scales and converting numbers. All I remember was my constant tapping on a 991ES PLUS while I was struggling with my handy pencil and t-square. You could imagine how much I perspired working in a non-air-conditioned room for a mere 3 hours in the afternoon. Considering I worked hard the whole semester, gut-filled enough not to withdraw, I failed. Indeed I failed by a 0.01 point difference. What could hurt more? Break-ups. No. This was the shit. Someone hand my instructor a Nobel prize, please. Now is a good time.
Then I figured, maybe it was lack of dedication because I never really took the discussions seriously, nor have I reviewed any hand-out given to me; Other than that, my instructor is just a 64 year old man with no heart. I prefer the latter. But either way, I knew that at some time, I lacked something which I still can't put my finger on.
My point is nothing, really. Just do everything wholeheartedly and love your courses. My main problem is I don't have even the slightest idea on how to tell my dad. When he found out I failed Physics last term, he didn't talk to me for weeks. Too disappointed that his daughter, with sky-high grades during high school, would actually fail a subject. My dad's a real disciplinarian. Conservative, too. I just don't know how to break it to him. It feels like an allowance decrease or somewhat another silent treatment. I'm out of vocabulary. T o o s a d t o t y p e . . .
God guide me. Ciao.
Friday, March 30, 2012
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