As I've mentioned before, there are lots of joys and sorrows you can get in school and college, but there is pretty much no indescribably satisfying a joy nor devastatingly mood-ruining sorrow as that of the end-quarter grades. So, let me just say right now that I have been fucked this quarter, fucked badly. Apparently my conception of "working hard" is miles away from what I need to be doing in my forth year of college and I need to get my act together next quarter onwards if I want to be able to look myself in the face every morning.
Anyhow, I shall deal with my grief in my own good time, namely, by having lunch.
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