2:03AM - rain is pouring outside. Eyes are heavy, head bobs, longing to unite with the comfort of a soft pillow underneath. Books scattered across the bed, open to endless pages of numbers, words, confusion. Pages haven't turned in hours, days, months. The anticipation of light, shining brighter and brighter every passing moment; but not fast enough. Almost there. Reach the end, only to enter into another. Tunnel.
Why is it so hard? Read the words, memorize the numbers, pass the test, make the grade. Simple. Not. Read the words (you don't comprehend), memorize the numbers (that have no meaning), pass the test (that your professor plans for you to fail), make the grade (and be judged based on a number). There's always something more.
A, B, C, D...a guessing game. That's what I've learned. How to be a good guesser. It's all just a guessing game. Who is better at it? Me? Or the guy on the other side of the room? It's a competition. Who can get the higher grade? We are not taught formulas and theories anymore. We are taught how to be the best guesser.
I'm done. Bedtime. The guessing game will have to continue tomorrow.
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