Jokes, I actually bristle ever-so-slightly when I hear the words “struggle,” “hustle,” and (weirdest of all) “confused.” (Don’t ask me about the last one; I have no idea.) Even more confusingly, I still use all these words on occasion. My mind is a strange and mysterious place.
Seriously, though, I’m starting to understand the whole “hustle” biz. I mean, I knew what it meant before, but I didn’t really know. I didn’t really internalize it. And now I’m starting to drag my nail along the surface of what that word fully entails.
In other news, I hate math as much as ever. DIE, CALCULUS. Mathematical inequality worksheets are where your self-esteem, confidence, and will to live go to lie down and slowly perish. My only solace is the completion of one worksheet…only to be faced with the seemingly insurmountable obstacle of another. But I SHALL PASS.