If you want to read something cheery or uplifting, I suggest you stop reading here and move on to another blog...
As most of you know, I'm going back to school. Having already done five years, I am aiming for ten. :( I am going back for a Master's in Computer Science. I am not a genius. I am not brilliant. I am actually very frightened, uncertain, and confused. I do not profess to know much about computers, and as I partake in the dreadfulness and difficulty of each class, I want to just die. So, you must be wondering, why do I persist? Why do I continue?
I was asking myself the very question this morning. I stayed up all night, took a two hour nap between 3:00-5:00am, and then went to study for a midterm. While I was sitting there in the Starbucks, frantically doing my integrations and going over formulas and identities, a lady strolled in with a cart full of her belongings.
She sat down and started a some-what angry conversation with herself. It went along the lines of:
"Six bucks for a sandwich is too much, if you ask me. It's a good sandwich, but 5.50, six bucks is asking for too much. If I had me a good husband, I wouldn't be begging for five bucks here and there. Oh no, if I had me good, sweet husband I wouldn't be here. Now, if you want to give me five bucks, I am not stupid not to take it, but I want me a good husband."
Then she left...
and I, I wanted to cry.
Here I was busy fretting over stupid things like calculus, while this lady was merely trying to survive. Then I thought, I am just like her, I am just trying to survive...is that why I'm putting myself through this nightmare?
Everyone has a story...some people have a really sad story. Some people might look into those mermaid covered windows and think that I was enjoying the luxury of sipping a mocha and becoming more enlightened. However, perhaps they would be surprised that I relate more with that lady than with the stupid numbers in the book...
I don't know what I am doing sometimes; I don't know what I'm doing most of the time...