I am depressed when I don't get an A.
It's the devil.
I will be lucky to pass.
Passing is a B.
It's a struggle.
So instead I just sit here and cry like a big fat baby.
And feel sorry for myself.
Like a boob.
What a boob.
Suck it up, buttercup.
If I have to take this class over, I might be a monster student with deep anger issues.
I'm not a snowflake.
But alas, I am still very sad and unhappy and angry.
It's like I'm a snowflake inside.
I think I'm going to go find Hillary.
I will ask for her connections to "give me a pass" in this course.
Just this one time.
Maybe next semester too.
Second course in statistics.
I just got inducted to Golden Key Honors Society.
It is comprised of the top 15% of the university.
But it might be short lived only to dive below the mark a semester later.
This is not a Haiku.
The words are all wrong.
But a sad, sad college story.
From an adult, non-traditional student's standpoint.
Most young ones would have just shot up the place.
Instead, I'm going to seek out Hillary and ask for help.
Is she even relevant anymore?
I still have some.