I feel like a fucking failure right now, and with every form I fill out for "insert thing here", it only gets worse.
2.07 GPA.
As a result, I need a near 4.0 to keep my internship.
Let alone the fact that they may just bump me off anyway due to "experimental" drug use (defined by the DoD).
Let alone car insurance increasing by 40 bucks a months.
Let alone no job.
Let alone broke.
And so I'm going to go home after busting ass this semester, and possibly not have the job that makes 18.75/hr due to reasons above. Have a father who tells me how disappointed he is, especially if it gets nixed due to the weed, and maybe get a minimum wage job at some retail/food service place. Even if I find elsewhere that's within my field... it's still a disappointment.
I'm a fucking freshman, why the fuck does this matter? No one gets internships until they are sophomore at least. I'm only getting in because of daddy.
"The saddest thing in life is wasted talent" -A Bronx Tale
And that. That quote. It defines this feeling.