Power of 2
It was a fast moving, busy at every second, rush to the finish line day. But… I made it! (Sigh)
My lab report is in. I rechecked every calculations, every graphs, every notions, and every words. I poored my heart and soul, and I managed to really understand it. It was complicated, but, I did it. As I compared my results with another team, and even managed to find information on the chemical reaction online, I’m confident I did it properly. That’s a major relief.
I also had an interesting chat with my math aide center tutor. He gave me a better idea of what is expected of university students. Making choices to prioritize certain parts of what is thought is essential. The courses are designed to overlap, and we’re supposed not to have enough time to do it all. Doing two classes only was a very smart move to create my mathematical base for the future. He has seen my evolution, and he’s confident I will do well. So am I at this point.
The addictive nature of grit is growing on me. Working hard to see tangible lasting results is exhilarating. I’m thirsty for victory. I want more hard math problems to wrestle with and bite it’s head off with glee. Even if my successes are more the result of the insanity of my obsessive tendencies than wite, I’m still hooked on learning.
From running to do laundry at 8 am to, rushing to the math aide center, and submitting my lab report less than an hour before it was due, I’m now slowing down, and going back home. One of the best things that happened today is ask for my mom’s help in searching for a new apartment. Her good jugement, and reliability will put my worries away. Two people are better than one in most endeavors. Knowing another pair of eyes is looking for opportunities while I study is a huge relief.
Merci maman!
