I just took my first test of the semester. I had given up on school for more than two years. Ugh. I was so sure my brain was broken, that I permanently fried it like eggs in a skillet. You know…once the heat denatures the proteins, there’s just no going back. It becomes a jumbled mess of gooey melted cells that stick to each other and the pan and anything else they slop onto, and sorting them out is a biological impossibility. That’s how I figured my brain was. The MRI would show scrambled eggs.
I aced it. 102/100, actually. That’s not to say I can undo the damage I did, but I made it past a huge obstacle when I passed this test. There’s a small glimmer at the end of the tunnel, egg-splattered or not.
I know I’ve really screwed up. In spite of my mistakes, maybe I can still get along as a functioning and self-sufficient person in this world.
Slainte!
