Conversation I had with my high school guidance counselor in September 2005:
Phillipe: "You're going in for engineering? But you hate math. You want to reconsider this application or fill out some others before I send it out?"
Me: "Uh... no. Send it in. I'm sure I can pull it off somehow."
"Yeah, okay. Don't cry to me if you wash out."
"I don't intend to do so."
"Okay. Good luck."
Conversation with mi madre today about UC vanity plate on the front of my car:
Mom: "You took the license plate off your car?"
Me: "Uh, yeah. I threw it in the trunk on the off chance I might need it again."
"Is there anything you can do to salvage this quarter?"
"No."
[she closes the door angrily and walks back downstairs]
I dropped the book I was reading by my chair today. It landed on a letter dated April 7, 2006 that congratulated me on receiving a $5000 academic scholarship. It was supposed to last three quarters but I only got two quarters because I didn't maintain the GPA needed. I have literally been failing since I started.
It's funny that as soon as I'm comfortable with losing Engineering I get all these reminders at once that I failed. Oh well, every end is another beginning, right?
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as long as you're alive, there's hope something better will come out of it all.
ReplyDeleteat least that's what i try to think in my funks. that and "mmmm... booze"
The advantage to how my psyche is put together is that neither of those ever come up. The mood that I call "depressed" is more of a blended frustration and numbness and is rather mild compared to what most people put up with. Also, I refuse to drink anything when I'm in a bad mood; it can't possibly end well. :)
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