I didn't want to go at first. I wanted to just go to yoga and forget about it, since it was probably nothing important. But baby insisted I go and went to the extent of securing a cab home for me, just so I'd go and be on time.
In the end, I truly did learn nothing much, save realizing that my program is a guaranteed honors one, and that the only difference is the class of honors. I have to secure a safe 75% to get first class honors. BRING IT ON! But it wasn't this that inspired me.
Motivation struck in an unexpected way.
The speaker gave a short introduction of herself. She was a lecturer and a PhD holder. She explained that to earn her doctorate, she had to contribute something to the collective knowledge of the world. She researched and presented something new, something no one has previously explored.
And the seeds of motivation started to sow.
I don't know if I'll ever be good enough for a doctorate, but now I know one thing: I want my masters. I want to achieve a master's level of thinking. I want to have that caliber of mental capacity. I want people to look at me and know I am beyond what I look.
Every single person in my class is going to end up with a bachelor, but only 1% of them will make it to a masters, and even lesser a doctorate. I cannot possibly think I am good enough for a doctorate, but I can reach a masters. I must.
After that was loverman at Ikea.
Why you gotta be so cute.
Why my photos gotta be so slutty?
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