University of Padova, corso Energy Engineering, Mathematics examination 1: freshman 610,564 votes 1.8
I write something, vent, but I do not know what nemeno to begin. It
if he had not realized they are depressed, a lot. Very much. I know it's only a test, that there will be others, and many other things, but the problem is not that vote, that's the tip of the iceberg. First, the most important, there is not even sure I really have it made this choice. Days prior to the final exams I would have sworn I was going to work, fuck all those teachers believe they always have, and only the solutions prepared to contain up to 50%, not more so, was fine if you do not attack you . I wanted to show the world that contrary to what my teachers said I was capable of doing many things I had inside.
But then you hear and it seems like my life, everything is the future at the university, my grandmother who would very much have liked to have a grandchild graduate, my teammates that each ndavano practically everyone, so moved by all I said to myself " give an eye "and found the energy engineering, I thought" nice, looks interesting "and from there I joined.
Nn say that I do not like it, ugly as it is over or anything, but I am afraid that mine is a curiosity and nothing more. There is no lesson where I can but think, if I did really well to do so.
Then there's the fact that I really have to socialize a saw, and nearly 200 people in my class with only one I can occasionally exchange a few words. I know is sad to read, annoying. I swear to you that I also try to write the same things.
As if that were not enough, with my old schoolmates with whom I was really from God, we almost never see, accomplices times and never ever close coincident, my (little) friends Torreglia seem to really not interested to spend time together, my dear old friend tries to maintain contact, at least for the facade, but when I try that never happened. And I threw in the toilet a friendship with a girl who wanted a good soul because I asked too much.
I can not do to pretend that everything is fine, to grit my teeth, I can not complete three years of study under these conditions. So for Economy, after learning of analysis, I found not to have the notes I just jumped at the opportunity and literally ran home to take refuge in my corner out of the world, where even if you are a disaster to anyone matter too much. On the way home I listened Le Luci Della Centrale Elettrica, and I could not help but listen to these verses:
While several were university
Some hanged in garage
leaves as the ultimate determination of the poems Vian .. .
Some hanged in garage
leaves as the ultimate determination of the poems Vian .. .
Although I must admit that I do not know who he is Vian. However I discovered them recently but I must say I really like the lights.
PS "Labels for this post" Holy shit! How the hell do you think to put a label on this? As if all this world could be scored. Naming things and sometimes kills them, then put a label "special" for this type of post.
PS "Labels for this post" Holy shit! How the hell do you think to put a label on this? As if all this world could be scored. Naming things and sometimes kills them, then put a label "special" for this type of post.