I feel very confused.
My first two semesters I managed to get all A's.
Most of those classes were literature based.
I was also working three days.
I work in a Michelin level restaurant so on those three days, ten hour shifts, I have no time for school.
I have survived by doing everything on the school days.
This meant every assignment for each class had to be completed in at most a day. I thought it was pretty hard at times.
This biology class. It is split into two full credit classes.
One class is a lecture the other is a lab.
The lecture consists of him showing powerpoint slides and then he tells us what will be on the exam.
I copied down 16 pages of notes for the first midterm. There will probably be another 16 for the second midterm. Then that total will combine to comprise the final.
I have been studying hours each day from 270 flashcards I made.
Today he did a review for the midterm and I realized that despite everything being multiple choice, he's going to present questions in a chemical form.
He's going to write formulas and we are going to have to decipher those formulas.
I understand a nonpolar covalent bond is an equal sharing of electrons. I have no idea what that looks like chemically drawn out.
He showed it on the board and I asked him to repeat it as I didn't understand and by the end I still had no fucking clue what the subatomic particles were saying that indicated they were in a certain type of bond.
He continued to go over things and I just realized I have no idea how to read these things chemically.
I understand everything as written down, but he is making it harder by asking us to understand the chemical equations.
My anxiety is pretty bad lately.
I have been dreading this test as I had in the back of my mind that something like this would happen.
Essentially I have no means of preparing for the test.
I dropped a class so I could focus on biology. So I have two full days off and two class days.
What makes everything harder is I am just getting sick.
Today I woke up and I just spent most of the day sobbing uncontrollably.
If I can't pass this examine I am going to committ suicide.
I had planned on killing myself two years ago by walking to the George Washington bridge.
Then I met someone who suggested I try college.
College has been my only hope of escaping poverty.
I am also mentally ill, so I just hate life generally.
I'm just like stunned as I thought for one second that I had a future.
School and work are so incredibly hard but I was managing somehow.
Now in only a few weeks I have a test that if I can't pass I have to either face the reality of living life as an impoverished mentally ill individual.
It's not like I don't always think about suicide.
I have thought about dying so much for most of my adult life.
It's just that I thought for one second I had a hope.
I am listening to that joy division song 24 hours as I sit on my porch in Brooklyn.
It's like that.
I don't want to be alive as a failure you know.
I just don't understand. The professor told me to study but I don't really have the energy to Wade through all his PowerPoints looking for the specific info and then hoping I am grasping it. I have no reassurance in coming to an understanding.
The professor is an adjunct so he doesn't have office hours.
My first two semesters I managed to get all A's.
Most of those classes were literature based.
I was also working three days.
I work in a Michelin level restaurant so on those three days, ten hour shifts, I have no time for school.
I have survived by doing everything on the school days.
This meant every assignment for each class had to be completed in at most a day. I thought it was pretty hard at times.
This biology class. It is split into two full credit classes.
One class is a lecture the other is a lab.
The lecture consists of him showing powerpoint slides and then he tells us what will be on the exam.
I copied down 16 pages of notes for the first midterm. There will probably be another 16 for the second midterm. Then that total will combine to comprise the final.
I have been studying hours each day from 270 flashcards I made.
Today he did a review for the midterm and I realized that despite everything being multiple choice, he's going to present questions in a chemical form.
He's going to write formulas and we are going to have to decipher those formulas.
I understand a nonpolar covalent bond is an equal sharing of electrons. I have no idea what that looks like chemically drawn out.
He showed it on the board and I asked him to repeat it as I didn't understand and by the end I still had no fucking clue what the subatomic particles were saying that indicated they were in a certain type of bond.
He continued to go over things and I just realized I have no idea how to read these things chemically.
I understand everything as written down, but he is making it harder by asking us to understand the chemical equations.
My anxiety is pretty bad lately.
I have been dreading this test as I had in the back of my mind that something like this would happen.
Essentially I have no means of preparing for the test.
I dropped a class so I could focus on biology. So I have two full days off and two class days.
What makes everything harder is I am just getting sick.
Today I woke up and I just spent most of the day sobbing uncontrollably.
If I can't pass this examine I am going to committ suicide.
I had planned on killing myself two years ago by walking to the George Washington bridge.
Then I met someone who suggested I try college.
College has been my only hope of escaping poverty.
I am also mentally ill, so I just hate life generally.
I'm just like stunned as I thought for one second that I had a future.
School and work are so incredibly hard but I was managing somehow.
Now in only a few weeks I have a test that if I can't pass I have to either face the reality of living life as an impoverished mentally ill individual.
It's not like I don't always think about suicide.
I have thought about dying so much for most of my adult life.
It's just that I thought for one second I had a hope.
I am listening to that joy division song 24 hours as I sit on my porch in Brooklyn.
It's like that.
I don't want to be alive as a failure you know.
I just don't understand. The professor told me to study but I don't really have the energy to Wade through all his PowerPoints looking for the specific info and then hoping I am grasping it. I have no reassurance in coming to an understanding.
The professor is an adjunct so he doesn't have office hours.