Wednesday, September 26th, 2018.
The emails I’ve been waiting for has finally arrived.
The first email was the result of my dissertation: 67%. I was fucking ecstatic.
The second email shattered whatever hope I had about passing the exams. Fail.
You know what’s funny? If I was allowed to share my opinion without fear of being assaulted, I would say I never cared about school.
I did it for people. Parents, family, society, my teachers, anyone who believed in me.
I went to school to be accepted by society.
Left to my own decisions, I would not spend money and time studying science, medicine, and more science.
Maybe it’s too early to talk about my feelings regarding the situation.
It doesn’t matter.
I’m flying tomorrow to see my daughter. I love her more than anything.
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