Remember how I said in the last journal that I really had bigger things to worry about? Well, the shit hit the fan. I got a fucking 35 on a calculus test that was my last chance for pulling my shit together this semester. Funny thing is, after I took the test I was sure that I had gotten at least a B on the test because it was easy as hell. And you know what? It really was easy, but I made some stupid fucking basic arithmetic mistakes because the class is early as fuck and my professor is a mean dick, so he counted off completely for every problem I fucked up the arithmetic on, even though each step was clearly documented and it was pretty clear that I understood the subject and how to do all that integral bullshit, but you multiply here when you should've divided and forget to add a constant there, and suddenly you go from a solid B to a fucking 35%. What other professor or teacher have you had that can be that fucking harsh and what imbecile like me do you know that can find a way to fuck up elementary math in novel ways for a dozen different problems?

So great, I'm just one big fuck up all my fucking life. I need a drink.