Okay basically it's Thursday now and my schedule is STILL stupid.
I'm finally staring at the computing tutorial for functions.
There's this question? It's almost 2 pages long?
Like,
Wao. What is this fuckery.
Spots in my vision soon. Currently want food + sleep but neither is possible. I'm too darn lazy for the former, and as for sleep, duh, obviously. -_-
Computing is interesting though. I mean, I actually CAN like to do it. Just not now.
I stare at my answer for the first quiz, and I am STILL blown away.
Are you sure that's my work?
Because, wao, I can do that?!
Sure, it's not executable, but hey, I still got a bloody A for it. Not bragging though, but really, I'm shocked. I don't know how I managed to type all that and submit it. That day was a blur, actually.
But I'm thinking this sudden talent for computer programming is just for that one time. Please let me get an A again? :/
I can dream, can't I?
Just a little more. My stress level is erractic and all over the place. People are starting to talk about First Class, and it's ALL THEY CAN TALK ABOUT. -_-
No, I'm not saying it's not important.
And I am hardly surprised.
But this pressure is !@#$%^&*
I got into uni,
I was given a fresh start,
a blank new canvas.
I want that goddamn First Class.
Of course, I must work for it.
And I am. I can feel myself getting better, crawling out of the emptiness I've felt prior to A's.
And that's bloody awesome. You have to be me to experience this euphoria.
Well, I just hope the rate I'm going is enough.
And that it lasts.