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Ok. Somebody just kill me now. Please.
I was, up until not so long ago, an optimistic person-in the sense that I believed there was no way to make my summer my life worse than it already is. I was wrong.
It all starts with how I’m lame and friendless, a matter that I’ve dealt with and I’m not bothered by anymore.
I did have one “joy” in this world, a lame, one-man(girl)-tradition of sorts, consisting of watching the meteor shower in August and just making a fuckton of wishes on the shooting stars, tradition of which I was robbed of due to the fact that I can’t make it home (I live in the countryside, great for star-gazing and other cheesy-sounding, nature stuff), away from the stupid town that I now reside in, leeching off my cousin-I should be looking for a job. Anyway, the only thing that I’ve been looking forward to all year since last August is now a no-go, which really sucks.
But what really comes to throw the coup de grace is math.
Math is my mortal enemy. My nemesis. I hate math. And for some masochistic reason (I plead temporary insanity) my fucked-up brain thought it would be an excellent idea that I apply to and enroll in a collage that I would hate from day one. A collage where I would take classes like math and statistics and accountancy and all kinds of economics!!!!!!! I mean, seriously? Seriously?!!? Why would I do that??! Why???
So, taking all that in consideration it was obvious I would fail. It was bound to happen. And fail I did. Even if it is a miracle I only failed two exams-statistics and (lo and behold) math. Thank God for small wonders, huh?
Anyway, due to the fact that I failed, I’m supposed to take the exams again this autumn, on the 1st, respectively the 2nd of September. Which, is less then a month from now. Which, needless to say, is soooo not enough for me to learn math analysis and statistics. My brain is not build for math. It despises all things mathematical. And statistic-al… whatever. It refuses to process and understand them. It just won’t.
The conclusion is that I’m screwed.
(Thank God no one’s gonna read this shit. That would really up my lameness levels.)