and and and

My TA confirmed that I officially can't write and need serious help. Baha, big surprise considering all the frantic little notes of "awkward" my TA scribbled along the margins. I think my writing is too thick to understand most of the time.. and according to Alvin, it's like reading a biology article/paper.
I also wrote a calculus midterm I failed yesterday. :)

So in other words, I got all depressed and teary when I got home because I worked so frackin' hard, especially for that stupid paper. The ironic thing is that I honestly enjoy some of the things I'm learning at school. But with runny shit marks on record, I can't help but just want to give up. I'm feeling the pressure of having to choose a program/major already and I don't know what to do. One thing that's for sure is that I don't belong in the Arts. My lab partner recently got admitted into pharmacology for third year. Around 500 people applied for that program this year and only 20 were selected. The same goes for everything else: medical lab sciences (pathology), microbiology, biochemistry, chemistry/biology, pharmacy. My viable option that I want to do is to shoot for nursing.. around 350 people apply and 50-60 students get admitted into third year. Apparently UBC nursing is really crappy and I'd probably be better off at BCIT/ Kwantlen/Douglas College. I just feel like I'm taking a step backwards but forwards at the same time. Oh, what to do.

But today was fun. Got picked up and headed off to Greg's to meet up with a bunch of guys for a biking trip. We went to Ironwood and ended up eating at this wun tun place. Passed by my old kindergarten school ('twas a little house at the end of Shell Rd.) - oh the memories. Afterwards, we just played pool at Greg's again.. good stuff. We're going to have to Risk and Mario Party it up next time of course. w00t. But sleep for the meantime.