blue.sea.slips

Late nights…

So there’s me, sitting alone at Bert’s and two people to my left are freaking the hell out about an exam for tomorrow. I’m jamming out to Graffiti6, and by jamming I mean staring at a list of equations hoping some of it will reach off the damn screen and soak through my eyeballs so that maybe, maybe I’ll know how to do something.

(Vp was 0V! REALLY MELANIE, REALLY!? TWO HOURS, DAMMIT. But I get it now.)

And I guess I stared in their direction for long enough that the guy said hi, and I asked them what exam they had tomorrow. It was an Arab and Islamic studies class…they said the GSI was a bit of a tough-guy and had no sympathy whatsoever towards his students and grading so they had just been studying for 13 hours straight..(LORD. That is just incredibly unhappy.)

So we sit there talking about all of the work and exams we had pile up this last week and they ask me what I’m majoring in since I seemed to jump back from “Lab classes” and “circuits” to “biology” and “linguistics”.

So I say “Electrical Engineering…”

And the girl just stares and says, “OH GOD, your life is hard your life is SO HARD. Oh my GOD. That is a difficult major. Okay. I will think of you when I’m taking my exam tomorrow.”

…

I’m not sure whether to feel humbled or just like…..sit there. Of course my natural response when anyone says, “Oh, that’s pretty intense” is that it’s NOT. For the simple fact that I am capable of (sort of not) failing in it.

So it can’t be that bad?

I’m always surprised at those reactions.

It does feel kinda cool to have someone think that you’re this ‘really awesome person’ just for majoring in a certain area.

But dear, declaring your major and actually owning it are two totally separate totally different things that require varying degrees of effort, passion, and luck.

So yeah. I might’ve declared something ‘intense’ but I’m not…it doesn’t feel mine yet.

(IT WILL BE THOUGH. IT. WILL. BE.)

(ihope.)

(o.o)