Well folks, I F**KING FAILED F**KING TAX. ARGH!!!!! I am unspeakably frustrated, and once again am left feeling like I’m in the WRONG place… Every feeling I’ve ever had of being a failure, or not belonging here, or not being smart… yeah, RIGHT on the surface. (Which is great. Juuuust freaking great. Feels AWESOME!) I feel like Wile E Coyote, when he’s in the desert, and somehow finds himself in a field of rakes, and everywhere he turns, he steps on one and it smacks him in the face. That’s essentially how I feel about business school — everywhere I turn, another smack in the face. And the silly thing is, I actually felt good about the tax exam, which makes me feel even MORE dumb. I fully expected to pass that class. Man, people, WHY did I think business school was a good idea??? At the moment, I really really hate it — HATE it — and am none too thrilled with myself for making the (incredibly expensive) choice to be here. I am also none too thrilled with myself for not making the effort necessary to pass my f**king classes. Of course, I always THINK I’m making the effort, but no, no, apparently not. Apparently I’m only making enough effort to pass MOST of my classes. Which, when I’m making a $100,000+ investment in my education, is freaking inexcusable. I should be passing ALL of them. ALL. OF. THEM. Uuuughhh… If any of you out there are thinking about business school, I sincerely hope you’re better with numbers than I am. But you know what else sucks? I never thought I was bad with numbers… I taught algebra to the kiddos for years, and always felt reasonably good at it. Once again: ARGH.
Okay, whew. Sorry for the rant. I am sure I will feel better tomorrow, so no worries. I have my interview with Deloitte, and thank BUDDHA I’m at least reasonably convinced that I can be good at the HR stuff. And my friends are doing a great job of cheerleading me through the discomfort of this most recent failure, and the many tears I shed at school this afternoon (yeah, a little embarrassed about that, actually). And on the bright side, after this term, it’s all electives, for the duration of my time at school. And you better believe I won’t be taking ANYMORE numbers classes next year. Ick.
So okay, I need an attitude adjustment, big time, in order to not totally bomb my interview tomorrow and feel even WORSE, so I think I’ll see if Shirin wants to go for a little Guinness-therapy with me. (Oh, sh*t, I haven’t mentioned Shirin yet. She’s my AWESOME new roommate. I was sad to see Jorge go, but Shirin’s so great, I wasn’t sad for long. She’s English/French/Lebanese, and awesome, and I adore her already.)
Cheers to a better tomorrow, and not failing any more classes…




