When they said college was difficult, I didn’t expect things like your professor failing you because she hates you and your groupmates.
I have never been so depressed in my life.
I just feel like that one of the professors hate my groupmate, Tim, so she just decided to send us away and not listen to our final project. I don’t want to fail this subject again and take it a third time. I admit I didn’t do my best the first time I took it, and that I’ve learned my lesson and DID MY UTMOST BEST, THAT I COULDN’T EVEN TALK TO MY INTERNET FRIENDS JUST FOR THIS PROJECT. That I slept so damn late every damn day for it. I did my fucking best, and just because the professor doesn’t like us, she wants to fail us with a smile on her face.
I just don’t want to do this anymore. I know this is only academics, and that this is not a failure of life, and just the start, but I just wish something would happen to me. Anything. To get away from school for just a while. My life has always revolved around academics. My father and his sisters are very intelligent people, and they expect the best from us…this failure…just makes me wish I could die.
It’s a major subject. And it’s the start of our thesis. I just…I dunno if I can do this. Hopefully I’ll get the fuck over this shit, and tell myself. “You don’t give up just because things are hard.”
I WILL BE ABLE TO GET PAST THIS SHIT. I WILL PASS THIS SHIT. I WILL BE A BADASS BUSINESS ANALYST ONE DAY.
I just want my parents to understand that it’s difficult…
