This is joyous.
And I'm not being sarcastic. Or ironic. Irony would be the correct word, actually. To quote Ms K, "Sarcasm is used to criticize, while irony has an intention to teach." So I'm not being ironic. Or sarcastic. Whatever.
Anyway, today has been a big improvement in my life. In a really long time, actually. This is one of the few times when I'm happy because. I know it doesn't really make sense - logical sense, at any rate - but whoever said God had to make sense? Heh.
Today's Math paper taught me one thing. Math is therapeutic. HAHA. I think that's a characteristic of Math that only I can see. Or not. But never mind. But honestly, when I look back, I can always remember that whenever I'm doing Math, the back of my mind would be analyzing things, like people and things that happened prior to me doing Math, and I can actually work out some stress all the while doing Math. And get the answers correct. Haha.
I know it's quite insane, but Math does do that to me. And I was feeling totally horrible in the morning before the Math paper, but after the Math paper, although I didn't feel too good about it, my whole mood improved overall.
This is rather ironic, though. I can recall Math doing the total opposite to Matthew. And his mastication of a certain A-Math textbook cover page. And his constant moaning and putting his head on the table and chanting the "I hate Math; I'm an Arts student" mantra. And hearing him bitch about ALL Math teachers [i.e. ZA to Ms Tan].
See? Math is incredibly versatile. Haha.
Okay fine. Enough about Math then. I must be crazy to blogging here when I have two papers tomorrow. 5 hours altogether. Squeezing in 6 essays. My right hand is going to be so much more muscular tomorrow. Honestly.
Anyway. This is rather joyous, I must say. I'm on a heavenly high, and I mean it in the most literal sense. I'm so happy just because. One hour and a half in a room with God and all my problems are cleared. Okay, not all, but the issues I've been dealing with for near half a year have suddenly seemed so minor. And irrelevant. I've got it back, hallelujah!
So I better get back to studying. Or rather, start studying. So.
"Life is a bed of roses. Ever try sleeping in one?"
And I'm not being sarcastic. Or ironic. Irony would be the correct word, actually. To quote Ms K, "Sarcasm is used to criticize, while irony has an intention to teach." So I'm not being ironic. Or sarcastic. Whatever.
Anyway, today has been a big improvement in my life. In a really long time, actually. This is one of the few times when I'm happy because. I know it doesn't really make sense - logical sense, at any rate - but whoever said God had to make sense? Heh.
Today's Math paper taught me one thing. Math is therapeutic. HAHA. I think that's a characteristic of Math that only I can see. Or not. But never mind. But honestly, when I look back, I can always remember that whenever I'm doing Math, the back of my mind would be analyzing things, like people and things that happened prior to me doing Math, and I can actually work out some stress all the while doing Math. And get the answers correct. Haha.
I know it's quite insane, but Math does do that to me. And I was feeling totally horrible in the morning before the Math paper, but after the Math paper, although I didn't feel too good about it, my whole mood improved overall.
This is rather ironic, though. I can recall Math doing the total opposite to Matthew. And his mastication of a certain A-Math textbook cover page. And his constant moaning and putting his head on the table and chanting the "I hate Math; I'm an Arts student" mantra. And hearing him bitch about ALL Math teachers [i.e. ZA to Ms Tan].
See? Math is incredibly versatile. Haha.
Okay fine. Enough about Math then. I must be crazy to blogging here when I have two papers tomorrow. 5 hours altogether. Squeezing in 6 essays. My right hand is going to be so much more muscular tomorrow. Honestly.
Anyway. This is rather joyous, I must say. I'm on a heavenly high, and I mean it in the most literal sense. I'm so happy just because. One hour and a half in a room with God and all my problems are cleared. Okay, not all, but the issues I've been dealing with for near half a year have suddenly seemed so minor. And irrelevant. I've got it back, hallelujah!
So I better get back to studying. Or rather, start studying. So.
"Life is a bed of roses. Ever try sleeping in one?"
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