You don't have the intelligence or aptitude for a career in programming. You're at a historically black college, schools which will admit anyone with a pulse. Grade inflation is rampant. SAT scores for admissions are irrelevant. Academically, they're community colleges offering a bachelor's and charging full price for a degree.
Even though you're going to a college with no admissions criteria aside from the ability to pay, you're getting D's, F's and W's. You're 22 and just barely at the point where you can pass a class at a C- level. Most people are set to graduate, and you haven't even yet passed a class in your "major."
You are below average in intelligence yet you expect to compete with people in the top 2% in intelligence, aptitude and work ethic upon graduation. Meanwhile, you're attention drifts from your hair, to chicken marinade, whether or not you can become a world class viola player even though you sleep through your lessons, and mackin on ugly ass hoes on tinder.
This journal is a combination of wishful thinking and outlandish unrealistic ambition, with small doses of reality crashing into your carefully fabricated house of delusion.
Even though you're going to a college with no admissions criteria aside from the ability to pay, you're getting D's, F's and W's. You're 22 and just barely at the point where you can pass a class at a C- level. Most people are set to graduate, and you haven't even yet passed a class in your "major."
You are below average in intelligence yet you expect to compete with people in the top 2% in intelligence, aptitude and work ethic upon graduation. Meanwhile, you're attention drifts from your hair, to chicken marinade, whether or not you can become a world class viola player even though you sleep through your lessons, and mackin on ugly ass hoes on tinder.
This journal is a combination of wishful thinking and outlandish unrealistic ambition, with small doses of reality crashing into your carefully fabricated house of delusion.