in the olden days, i would take up the very last minute to dredge the brain for answers to those test questions i didn’t know. because it mattered. because my frame of mind was such that the college GPA would be a main determining factor of whether i failed or succeeded in life. because, well, that’s what’s expected of me. hated the college years, at least the parts that had to do with tests and essays.
now i don’t give a shit about skool or classes or grades. tests rarely take up more than fifteen minutes of my time. if i don’t know the answer, so be it. i’m not going to sit there and wrack my brain for answers that i don’t know and make stabs in the fog. fuck it. i got better things to do. like rushing back home to pee and then grind in hellfire.
by my standards, i am not successful in life. but i get it a lot more. so even if life sucks, i won’t waste it doing something i so detest anyway. i worry the shit out of each decision i make at werk but no longer do so for skool. i think this is called growing up.
