sitting on a worn out contemporary chair, advil and water within arms distance, sticky floors and the smell of old beer...
why did I think it would be okay to continue studying something that I don't like? why am I okay with this environment?
I don't think the smell of shame and embarrassment are emanating from the room.
Living off a romanticized reality didn't work out, I thought it would be cool to be an educated scholar,
but nothing felt cooler than my computer (some might think a brain is a type of computer) overheating.
grades are dropping. students are dropping out, not knowing what lies beyond after landing.