Warning: Core breach in progress. Dumping core.

I feel like an utter fraud.

In class, the math makes sense. I get it. Doing the homework, it makes sense, and although it takes me longer than it ought to, I get it.

On tests, my brain stops working and I write stupid dumbass things like 8 cubed=64. Dammit, I know that isn't right. But it comes out onto the page anyway.

I failed my last test, and primarily because of stupid, dumbass little errors I would never have made otherwise.

This ONE class stands between me and my career, and dammit, I can't handle failing again. If I can't manage this, what the hell kind of teacher will I be? Am I doomed to stupid, dumbass jobs for the rest of my life? Will I be at frelling ITT next year learning to be yet another laid-off IT specialist?

I am feeling terribly crushed by the weight of all this, and I'm totally lost as to a solution.

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WildEyes are like tattoos: once you have one, you want more.

I want the new BlackOut lenses to compliment my Cat's Eye lenses.

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Another sign of increasing age has reared its ugly head. I'm losing the ability to read very fine print.

I've made an appointment for an eye exam. Who knows, I may actually need glasses. Sheesh.

A couple of gems from JMS:

What makes a good story?
A good story should provoke discussion, debate, argument...and the occasional bar fight.

On studio changes requested:
". . . This is studio-think, let's find a nice, unthreatening, safe, middle-ground where we can resolve this without anybody being upset, threatened or offended by the story. I'm sorry, but life sometimes hands you hard choices, there ARE either/or scenarios, in which nobody really wins, and SF should be exploring those as well as the fuzzy feel-good stories. It's time SF grew up a little, damn it, and started confronting hard questions that can't always be resolved by reversing the polarity on the metaphase unit."

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The next story is planned. All that awaits is getting you poor bastards around the table.