And the round of finals has begun.
Four finals...I think that's the most I've ever had as of yet.
After running through all my grades and my class syllabi, I figured I would be getting C's in at least two of my classes despite working long hours this semester on them. I was depressed.
Perhaps it meant I was not really very smart and I would be better off quitting my engineering track. I could be a math teacher. I love math. And I did very well in all those courses.
But, I thought, I would miss Aerodynamics. Perhaps I am crazy, I but I really love solving all the lovely equations and having problems come into place for Aerodynamics.
So I shall not become a math teacher, at least, not yet. I shall get C's but have a most glorious time doing Aerodynamics.
And not worry about all those silly persons I know who are doing better than I but enjoy Aerodynamics less.
And besides, God hasn't told me to be a math teacher yet, either.