Fuck. Earlier this afternoon, I checked my email and was greeted by a message informing me that I wasn't even considered for an interview to for my university's co-op program, something I counting on since highschool. Needless to say, this knocked me on my ass.
Later this evening, I check the mark postings to find I did poorly on my Mathematical Finance test, the backbone course for all future Actuarial Math courses. There's a terrible prof teaching, and I thought I could learn it on my own. Thought wrong I guess. This is the worst possible course I could be doing poorly in right now.
To top it right off, I get out of the shower after a workout, wanting to cook food in my kitchen, only to see my tranny housemate who I hate cooking a fucking meal. Not wanting an interaction, I sit here, cucked in my own house, writing this post.
All in all, I realize every single point here is my own responsibility and the only person to blame for all of this is myself. It just seemed to happen all at once, and at the worst possible time: right before reading week. What do you Polacks do when god gives you a shit day to deal with?
