I never should have left community college. I had a 4.0 after my first year and transfered out early because my gf at the time was at the local major university. Moved into an over loaded school where the professors barely speak english and you can't even find a seat the first couple weeks of class because the 450 student hall is over booked.
Then the tumor had to come at the worse time possible and fuck up my second year there.
And the never ending drama. The slit wrists and broken hearts. Dropped from a 3.86 to a 3.1 in months. Gave up after the first month or so, it was too late. I thought. Ended up passing almost everything without trying. Didn't think that was going to happen. Got an F though, first one. Those thoughts of aborting the self get easier to deflect every year. fuck it.
Then the tumor had to come at the worse time possible and fuck up my second year there.
And the never ending drama. The slit wrists and broken hearts. Dropped from a 3.86 to a 3.1 in months. Gave up after the first month or so, it was too late. I thought. Ended up passing almost everything without trying. Didn't think that was going to happen. Got an F though, first one. Those thoughts of aborting the self get easier to deflect every year. fuck it.