Geh. A half months’ worth of holidays and now I’m back.
Not so happy about my finals while having some things to ponder about the genius eccentrics of my fellow coursemates.
And I am a bit disappointed I am not born to excel with so little studies. Anyhow, my grades are just as average (a bit too average I think, nothing to be proud of… instead, makes me more inferior), but having to repeat a whole semester’s worth of a subject is… well, let’s just say that I am already dying from it. Period.
Then I started to wonder – what am I worth of truly? I am never a successful student (always on average), I am never a fully disciplined student (although I go by the books, there are just some things that does not go with me), so in this world, I knew little of what I am myself. Do I need a re-check and see what I am truly worthy of? I have words, but what can my own words help me when I am not capable of being up to my words myselves? Unless each word is an incantation of magic, then I need nothing more than to speak or write for the rest of my life.
Well, this semester I’ll have to buck up. But of course, jokingly it also means sacrificing my own life (since the Internet is also my life, LOL) but well. Looks like I’ll have to do a turnabout on the odds.
Man, can’t I just steal these guys’ brains away from them? They do all sorts of gaming and blablablabla with so little time to study yet… well, I don’t want to recall what their results are. It’s like the distance of the bottom-most part of the Mariana Trench and the peak of Mount Everest.
Geez. I hope I could get over this inferiority complex soon. Never had such in these years before.
Psh.


