Pretty Little Mistakes - Section Five
From section 2 5.
You major in science and you never knew life could be this ice-pick-thru-the-eye
boring. Your day begins at five a.m. and ends around one in the morning. What do
you spend all those hours doing? You spend them memorizing. Memorization is
your God. You must ingest thousands of dry and crumbly texts, as though you
were being force-fed endless crust without water. Vacuous vocabulary, tedious
tables, tired theorems. Your own thoughts are not required. You haven’t had sex
with your boyfriend in weeks. He constantly sits on the couch and complains until
he reminds you of a whining rutabaga.
Time blurs. The mountain looms. Every test is a slippery crevice waiting for you
to fall and twist your ankle, every final an ice storm trying to kill you off before the
spring. The days become weeks, the weeks become months. You have lost all track
of your boyfriend and you don’t think of him often until you come home early one
day to find him with his hand up the shirt of a chubby blonde girl named Shannon,
an ugly grad student who asked you for an aspirin not a week earlier.
You kick him out and throw all his belongings out the third floor window. You
trash the apartment. You hate the program, hate your boyfriend, hate your life.
This is not a life. This is not happiness. You want to quit the program and go back
and do something that actually matters. Something that you actually care about. It’
s not too late to do something that makes you happy. On the other hand, there’s
that dreadfully true saying - no pain – no gain. Nobody has an easy time studying
science. Do they?
Grab the book to find out what happens next!
You major in science and you never knew life could be this ice-pick-thru-the-eye
boring. Your day begins at five a.m. and ends around one in the morning. What do
you spend all those hours doing? You spend them memorizing. Memorization is
your God. You must ingest thousands of dry and crumbly texts, as though you
were being force-fed endless crust without water. Vacuous vocabulary, tedious
tables, tired theorems. Your own thoughts are not required. You haven’t had sex
with your boyfriend in weeks. He constantly sits on the couch and complains until
he reminds you of a whining rutabaga.
Time blurs. The mountain looms. Every test is a slippery crevice waiting for you
to fall and twist your ankle, every final an ice storm trying to kill you off before the
spring. The days become weeks, the weeks become months. You have lost all track
of your boyfriend and you don’t think of him often until you come home early one
day to find him with his hand up the shirt of a chubby blonde girl named Shannon,
an ugly grad student who asked you for an aspirin not a week earlier.
You kick him out and throw all his belongings out the third floor window. You
trash the apartment. You hate the program, hate your boyfriend, hate your life.
This is not a life. This is not happiness. You want to quit the program and go back
and do something that actually matters. Something that you actually care about. It’
s not too late to do something that makes you happy. On the other hand, there’s
that dreadfully true saying - no pain – no gain. Nobody has an easy time studying
science. Do they?
Grab the book to find out what happens next!
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