so a 4 man(or rather women)project became me, myself and i doing it.
with the help of sandy.
so if we were gonna screw up, like i think we would,its probably my fault, yet not really my fault. i've had enough of this kind of retarded leeching going on since year 1.
I SWEAR I HAVE NEVER FELT SO FUCKING HELPLESS IN MY WHOLE , ALMOST TWO YEARS, IN MCM.
my brother walked in and i just cried.
like i duno what the fuck is going on AT ALL, and the numbers, well, none of them made sense to me despite me trying, for the past two days to understand what they mean.Significance? fuck. ANOVA? fuck. Frequency? fuck. Mean? fuck.
i read the whole chapter on text, and all the notes.
and i just felt like the stupiest dumbfuck on earth.
so after many hours of constant struggling, i decided to give up and do it my own way according to my own understanding. i mean, what could be worst right, i already did the ALL the other questions.Die, then ALL die together.
i cannot possibly emphasis, reiterate of even nag about the importance of EFFICIENT group mates.
for 1 hour, i felt like i was a timebomb (and i really wanted to be one!) so i can go to school tmr and blast at everyone.
as if life could not get worst, my charger is officially dying. like spoilt.
mental note: call up diversitec tmr.
and yes, if by hook or by crook i end up a media researcher, i swear it is only because my future husband is in it too.
