I did horrible. I will not be able to get into John's Hopkins and get a partner. This is it. This is the end. I will rot in the streets and die lonely while people walk all over me. It wasn't particularly great meeting the students here, but it wasn't awful; I guess.
Maybe I'll have to focus more on wrestling and less on school because, otherwise, I'll just be another student with a trashy resume and nothing interesting to say for themselves.
I got one wrong. The worst part is that my gut was telling me: "Don't choose that one, Gía! It's wrong and you know it." But what did I do? I chose it anyway and went against my gut. So... I probably got a 65/66. Not great, but it will suffice.
A big shootout to Trent, who sat down during Bio class to help me study. He truly is an angel sent from above. Trent, if for some reason you end up reading this, viele danke!
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