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You know how when you work our really hard, of get into a fist fight, the next day everything hurts a little? Well, today I have the emotional equivalent of that.
I bombed my calc midterm last night. You know how they say "stupidity should hurt?" It does. Hence the emotional soreness.

The most important lesson I've learned in university is that I'm stupid and useless. They're always letting kids "You can do anything you set your mind to!" But you can't. They should stop telling that to kids, it would save us a lot of broken hearts.

I fail at subjects I'm bad at, but I also fail at subjects I'm good at. You know why that is? It's because I'm a failure. I'm stupid and have no talents and no purpose in the world. I wish someone would push me in front of a subway, because I'm just wasting the air that would be better spent on someone intelligent.

This morning I handed in our first Electricity & Magnetism problem set. I think I got perfect on it. And just as I'm thinking how proud I am that at least I could do that, Oliver says "Yeah, I wrote at the end of mine 'I want a challenge - don't give me monkey work.'" That's how smart people think. This problem set was all "mathletics," no actual physics, and if I had the IQ of a rodent I'd appreciate that fact and be angry. Instead, I'm thinking how it's so wonderful that Krieger set an assignment I could do.

Anyway, Oliver brought jelly beans to class, that made things a bit easier.
Pray for my death.