so everyone’s there at one point or another in their lives where the things they love lose their sparkle and they feel lost. no - i’m not like i’m stranded or lost. i know what i love - i love to read, i love to write. however, not as i used to.
could you do me a favor? send me questions that i can use as starting points. it’s like an improv show where the person on stage asks the audience to yell back categories or questions like: peanut butter with worms or peanut butter with snails? hair! awkward silences etc.
okay i promise i’ll study math now.
- Person 1: I have a lot of work. It's like I'm drowning in a pool of homework.
- Person 2: So does everyone else. What makes YOU so special?
- Person 1: .... -.-!!
- Person 2: That's what I thought. Now to make things worse than you just realizing that you're nothing in this world, you're also drowning in a pool of paper! muahaha PAPER!
- Person 1: ... who are you?
- Person 2: Who cares? I just told you I don't care about you. What makes you think I want you to care about me?
- Person 1: ... I'm going to just give myself a thousand paper cuts so I can distract myself from the sound of my heart and ego breaking into a thousand pieces.
- Person 2: *blink* blink* ok.
So I’ve been contemplating why I didn’t withdraw from Math 102 (or as I like to so fondly refer to it as maff class) when I had the chance. I don’t have the moral and ethical stout to proudly say that I stuck through a class that does absolutely NOTHING for me. It might be improving my quantitative skills - but more than anything it depresses me.
I actually enjoyed writing my 54 page research paper, I’ll love writing my 6 page Ferraro paper and I’ll even like writing my 7 page Victorian poetry paper. But GAZOOKS world, why in the world did I think that I would enjoy studying 16 lectures worth of MAFF? sigh
I’m so disappointed because one of the reasons I didn’t withdraw was because I didn’t want it to be a black mark on my resume or transcript or whatever. To some it might be a good enough reason, but to me it’s not. I’m trying to do this thing nowadays where I focus on what I actually want to do - not circling around things that I don’t want to do to get to a place that society tells me is good, but really I don’t know if I agree with them in that THAT is what I want for myself. does that make sense?
I’ve been clear to myself and to everyone else as well: I am an English major. You may add the descriptive word “just” before the English if you want. Whatever. But I’m proud of it. I love it - I love it - I love it. I would not give up the writing and reading for anything else in the world.
But yes - I guess I should just study so that I can pass the maff class I’m stuck in.
This is what finishing a 54 page research paper feels like
If you’re korean or chinese, you may know of the age-old acupuncture technique of pricking the skin on your back then suctioning the blood out. I never understood that method, but apparently it has been observed by many scientists that applying negative pressure (aka suction) to an open wound dramatically speeds up the healing process.
An MIT grad student, Danielle Zurovcik, created a mini suction-healing device that can sell for about $3. This isn’t just a cool product for us Americans, but it’s revolutionary for people in developing countries. Why? Because untreated, open wounds count for a good chunk of infections in those countries - go anywhere in Africa with an open wound and there’s about a 110% chance that it will get infected.
However, once catch is that the wound needs to be securely dressed for the suction pump to work. Makes sense though - if the suction moves, then no more suction.
Either way - let’s go innovation!