Thursday, 4pm.
Yesterday morning, I was trying to stay awake through class, the professor going on and on about calculating something like the minimum energy needed to move our Lego Mindstorm robots, but using all these complex calculations when really, all there is to do is send just a small amount of energy, each time a little more, until the robot moves.
I looked around at some point when my even my laptop wasn't entertaining anymore, and noticed everyone was light years away. The teacher must have noticed too. I mean, come on! about 60 students, eyes glazed over, either holding their heads up with their hands, or simply lying down on the desks. Why the hell does he keep talking on for 75 minutes when no ones listening?
Then I had a math class, which isn't too bad because to professor's really good and gives lots of examples. But as I wrote down what was on the board, I realized I might be albe to understand this, even answer the questions in an exam, but really, I don't want to spend my life doing stuff with this, even if it means I "lost" two years of my life studying this, which I refuse to believe, even if I am the only female student in my program this year : I won't screw up my life just for the sake of feminism.
So yesterday, I sent in my application for the translation program at university.
All that's left to do is to send in the 30$ fees, and wait to be asked to take the English tests.
Two years ago, when I sent in my first application, my mother made me the check for the fees, because the bank doesn't charge her with fees when she makes a check, like they doo for me.
This time, what with my mother refusing to talk with me about this, I guess I'll have to send it as a money order.
Nope, she didn't take it well. You know she's mad when she looks straight forward, refusing to speak using anything else then short sounds. And when she finally spoke TO me, not WITH me, she just blew up and told me she couldn't work for the rest of her life, supporting me while I switch programs, ruinning her.
Like I'm gonna spend the next 45 years of my life hating what I do just because she wants to be able to tell people her youngest is an engineer.
She'll just have to tell them she speaks and writes 4 languages.
Or better yet : screw them. What the hell does what they think matters at all?
So I did a little research on this translation program. I'm scared of making the switch, sending in those 30$, but I'm more scared of staying where I'm at. So, yeah, I'm switching. When I manage to get A in all classes because I'm genuinely interested in them, maybe my mother will come around. Having a C+ average right now, after only two years, I'm gonna end up beeing kicked out before I finish my studies, since it's departement policy that student with a lower than C average are to be kick out of the program.
This has been a depressing week. You'd think I could be excited about finding something I'm interrested in doing for the rest of my life. I've just been having anxiety attacks when I'm either leaving for school or my mom is around. This as got to stop. I'm sending those fees tomorow after my numeric analysis exam.
Crap. The exam. Gotta study.
Even if I won't need that class anymore. :)
:P~~
Now that's good news!
That, and the Jackie Chan movie on tv this week end!
Study now, then Jackie Chan during the week end while I forget everything about that class!
posted by PHy @ 4:02 PM
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