FUCK MY FUCKING CHUNGUS LIFE I HATE TS AUGH IM THE WORST STUDENT EVER MY TEACHERS NEED TO KILL ME

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FUCK MY FUCKING CHUNGUS LIFE I HATE TS AUGH IM THE WORST STUDENT EVER MY TEACHERS NEED TO KILL ME
Im failing im useless im stupid
Leaving film analysis and other academic texts to the last minute isn't my best move but my only move apparently.
exams are about to start and I have so much to study...
so should I play dragon age or mass effect?
I'm useless with the 100 days of productivity thing, I keep forgetting to take pictures about studying or anything really. I guess I'll forget about it until I'm sure I can do it all the way through.
Part I: The Bad, the Worst, & the Ugly
Let me just start this by stating that summer semesters are rigorous in nature and although I didn’t have it as bad as those doing 6-week programs, the 8-week program I did for a core chemistry class was no joke. I am yet to get my final mark back but I calculated all my exam, quiz, lab, presentation, etc. scores and am sitting at an 89.95% (I will cry so hard if he doesn’t round that to an A) for that particular class. Barely getting an A was not where I expected to be when it was all said and done but that was where I ended up. Before that I took 15 units in Spring 2016 and did quite badly only passing 2 of my 3 original courses. Before even that in Fall 2015 I took 3 courses and passed all of them with flying colors. Prior to this in the Summer of 2015 I took 2 courses and again passed all of them with flying colors. There is a spiraling trend and not the good kind prevalent in the last 2 semesters and before moving on and into Fall 2016, I need to think about some of the mistakes I have made in previous semesters (especially this last summer).
~ procrastination
~ false sense of superiority when compared to community college students
~ condensed/ intensive lecture hours (we were in class from 5:30-10 pm 4 days a week; MTWR)... so I barely showed up nearing the last 4 weeks of class
~ summer slumps (my thought process was as follows: “I deserve a break”, “It’s okay for me have rest days” (turns into a rest week), “One more episode won’t hurt”, and the list goes on and on and on.
~ post-work sessions (after being at work from 7:30 am to about 5:30 pm I did not look forward to driving 30 minutes west to attend a 4.5 hr lecture/lab... it was much more tempting to just head home and cook/eat dinner with my boyfriend and relax with an episode of something stupid)... this boils down to unrealistic scheduling of work/school which was a MAJOR problem of mine in Spring of 2016 and led me to drop multiple classes (a problem I had never had experience with before but am wiser about now)
~ poor time-management (the ‘summer slumps’/procrastination issues fall under this one and is self-explanatory)
~ poor day-management/ unproductive use of class time (i.e. not packing water/coffee/snacks, not getting enough sleep, not bringing notes/laptop or other class required materials, etc.)
~ encountering material for the first time in the class (not being prepared; I am a firm believer in going over/taking notes on the material being presented prior to it’s presentation- this leads to unproductive uses of class time ^^^)
I am sure I will think of more adverse habits at inconvenient times in the near future (in the shower, running errands, watching tv, etc.) but for now I will leave this list content. Identifying the issue is just the first part in addressing a problem.
I'm that one friend who like tells you to persevere and do your best to achieve your dreams but will stay in bed for 10 hours on a weekday because I couldn't get up.
lessons in romance
pretty sure my heart \this fucking lump i thought i killed/ is gonna crack open just enough to let in the sorrow and feeling will beat the shit out of me until i learn \whatever it is solitude teaches/