20% skill
15% consentrated power of will
5% pleasure
50% pain"
-remember the name by Fort Minor
"You don't count, you're an engineer"
Lately when the table have begun the who has the most homework contest I have just been shutting up. Mainly because I am tired of hearing that my stress, my work, my anxiety over not handing stuff in on time doesn't count as much as other peoples. Fine, so I have the hardest major on campus, and I do homework all the time anyway, but fuck it, I want to be able to complain to and not hear 'suck it up, you're an engineer'. I think that if I hear anything resembeling those words tonight I might flip out at someone. What the fuck do people have against engineers that makes them believe that I have no reason to whine a bit when every one else are doing it too? Is it because my list is twice the size of yours or is it because when I am done I'll have a god damn job and you're already bitter about that and deciding to make my life hell for it already now. You don't think me having to take shit about that for the next 30-40 years is enough?
My life these days are like the song describes, a bit of luck, a bit of skill, some light moments inbetween but mainly pain and force of will not letting me give up. I am not counting days anymore I am counting hours until I am on that plane home (387 if you want to know), I can't wait for break, to relax, to be able to play computer games (haven't done that all semester), do art, read, knit and all the other stuff I don't have time for.
And to anyone who says 'get a room' to me and Claire for the next week or so, shut the fuck up, meal time is the only time I have time to see my girlfriend and I want to be able to hug her without you complaining.
And last to a certain webcomic artist who said that a Smith engineering degree should be worth less than than other engineering degrees because our engineering program 'is less intense than other colleges'. I dare you to live my life the week before finals. Then you'll see intense.
My life these days are like the song describes, a bit of luck, a bit of skill, some light moments inbetween but mainly pain and force of will not letting me give up. I am not counting days anymore I am counting hours until I am on that plane home (387 if you want to know), I can't wait for break, to relax, to be able to play computer games (haven't done that all semester), do art, read, knit and all the other stuff I don't have time for.
And to anyone who says 'get a room' to me and Claire for the next week or so, shut the fuck up, meal time is the only time I have time to see my girlfriend and I want to be able to hug her without you complaining.
And last to a certain webcomic artist who said that a Smith engineering degree should be worth less than than other engineering degrees because our engineering program 'is less intense than other colleges'. I dare you to live my life the week before finals. Then you'll see intense.
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