I never make things simple, do I? In 8th grade Algebra class, my teacher gave me an award at the end of the year for consistently doing problems in the most complicated manner. I got the right answer and used sound technique, but I managed to always do it in a complicated way. And here I am, once again pursuing the methods that make sense to me, but are complicated nevertheless.
Case in point: I am in Ireland to do a Masters degree.
While I recognize that I am at the end of an intense, largely self-inflicted, week of study and am tired, justifiably, I also am aware that I have doubts about this year and this program. Wouldn't that just be like me to come all this way just to find out that I had this knowledge (or ability to obtain knowledge) already in me?
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