So here I am ATOT, humbled by the college struggle.
I'm standing in the library, with coffee stains on my shirt, a soaked book bag, a disgusting chicken parm, and an exam in 15 minutes that I can no longer revise for beforehand.
You might ask yourself, or me if you could swallow your dignity long enough to be seen talking to me right now, "But Literati, WTF?"
Well, I hate math lets start there. I don't hate it, I just moreso don't "get it." I'm one of those guys. I literally have stumped my tutors to the point of "ohhh uhh, well let's see hmm doesn't work like that umm not sure why... ok just ignore that"
So there's an exam coming up in math. One I've prepped for for the last 2 weeks. I'be literally gone back about 3 years in math to prepare for this simple algebra exam because I seriously lack the fundamentals of a good mathematical approach.
I go through pretty much everything again except for the first part, and decide to review...
What's that? That's the sound of my stomach crying because it's empty and eating itself.
*Bonus : Hot girl just walked by and looked at my coffee stains, 10 points.*
So I go to get something to eat so I can concentrate on my studies 110%
I take money out of the bank I should not have, and go and get a huge cup of coffee.
I sit down and take a sip of my coffee and crack my notes.
I'm feeling pretty confident!
That is until I punch my coffee all over myself, out of nowhere, my 2 toned gel inked notes completely ruined, and my book bag.
I have successfully ruined my whole notebook, I have coffee on me and all in my bookbag, and now I have my exam in... 11 minutes.
*Bonus 2 : Hot librarian is now standing next to me, sharing my seat on the computers and it's only a matter of time before she too sees the coffee*
Off to go fail at life now, even more.
I'm standing in the library, with coffee stains on my shirt, a soaked book bag, a disgusting chicken parm, and an exam in 15 minutes that I can no longer revise for beforehand.
You might ask yourself, or me if you could swallow your dignity long enough to be seen talking to me right now, "But Literati, WTF?"
Well, I hate math lets start there. I don't hate it, I just moreso don't "get it." I'm one of those guys. I literally have stumped my tutors to the point of "ohhh uhh, well let's see hmm doesn't work like that umm not sure why... ok just ignore that"
So there's an exam coming up in math. One I've prepped for for the last 2 weeks. I'be literally gone back about 3 years in math to prepare for this simple algebra exam because I seriously lack the fundamentals of a good mathematical approach.
I go through pretty much everything again except for the first part, and decide to review...
What's that? That's the sound of my stomach crying because it's empty and eating itself.
*Bonus : Hot girl just walked by and looked at my coffee stains, 10 points.*
So I go to get something to eat so I can concentrate on my studies 110%
I take money out of the bank I should not have, and go and get a huge cup of coffee.
I sit down and take a sip of my coffee and crack my notes.
I'm feeling pretty confident!
That is until I punch my coffee all over myself, out of nowhere, my 2 toned gel inked notes completely ruined, and my book bag.
I have successfully ruined my whole notebook, I have coffee on me and all in my bookbag, and now I have my exam in... 11 minutes.
*Bonus 2 : Hot librarian is now standing next to me, sharing my seat on the computers and it's only a matter of time before she too sees the coffee*
Off to go fail at life now, even more.