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I live by the eleventh of Peter's Laws. This isn't necessarily by choice, or on purpose, but it happens with damning frequency. Case in point: this semester. Five or six months ago I wrote a heart-felt journal entry about how last semester was a do-or-die prospect. It has NOTHING on this one, and I have no one to blame but myself. I built this catastrophe. Last semester I had five classes, two with lab components, and an eight-week unpaid practicum. Not only did I survive, but at the cost of my sanity, sleep schedule & hobbies, I rose to the challenge: I got a paying on-campus job as a tutor and a competitive GPA. This semester I have five

Meme time, tagged by NeddieDavid (https://www.deviantart.com/neddiedavid) 1 - You must post these rules. 2 - Each person must post 10 things about themselves on their journal. 3 - Answer the questions the tagger set for you in their post, then CREATE TEN *NEW* QUESTIONS for the people you tag to answer. 4 - You have to choose 10 people to tag and post their icons on your journal. 5 - Go to their pages and tell them you have tagged her/him. 6 - No tag backs!! 7 - No crap in the tagging section about "you are tagged if you're reading this. Don't be a lazyass. Go tag some people. 1) Chocolate, pastries, or fruit candy? All! But if I had to choose... chocolate. It comes

I'm not good at school. I never have been.  Most of high school consisted of me skipping my classes to hang out in the library (nerd for life!) and doing the absolute minimum required to graduate.  My first turn around post-secondary education lasted one year and I spent more time thinking about my clothes than my classes. Fast forward ten years.  I never ever imagined I would someday be where I am now: I never thought I was 'smart' enough to get into the Faculty of Science, nevermind actually compete and excel within it.  Since I started my undergraduate degree, I've achieved every letter grade the University offers: A, B, C, D, F, and W (