Fin
Is it possible that I've run out of steam? in this, the fourth semester of a 14-semester academic career? I've been banking on "this is only cyclic"... but I'm starting to feel that perhaps this is the end. My smarts department has become depleted. I had a finite amount and I've run through it and now I can't figure out any of these organic chemistry syntheses. Because it's over. I'm done.
I still go to class. Perfunctory note-taking. Right now I'm standing here at a computer terminal with 3-1/2 hours until I'm scheduled to make an appearance in chemistry lab... and I'm reading crap blogs. And writing a crap blog entry.
Because that's all I have left. Not asking for pity here -- just trying to face the facts. I've taken a detour towards Loserton. And not the old Loserville of 2001 -- where at least my crap job paid for my pot habit. I'm headed towards oblivion -- a place with none of the comforts of home.
I am losing weight, though. At least there's that.
I still go to class. Perfunctory note-taking. Right now I'm standing here at a computer terminal with 3-1/2 hours until I'm scheduled to make an appearance in chemistry lab... and I'm reading crap blogs. And writing a crap blog entry.
Because that's all I have left. Not asking for pity here -- just trying to face the facts. I've taken a detour towards Loserton. And not the old Loserville of 2001 -- where at least my crap job paid for my pot habit. I'm headed towards oblivion -- a place with none of the comforts of home.
I am losing weight, though. At least there's that.
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