i have an exam tomorrow for economics, and ive been trying to understand this cournot equilibrium bullshit, but the maths aspect escapes me.
for 2 hours i spent working on this one question and i kept getting the incorrect answer, which riled me up something savage. i was so angry at this stage. neighbours who saw me through my window would have thought i was lecturing someone, but really i was yelling, pointing my finger and using expletives at my poor text book, which is a true soldja cos it's survived 53 stab wounds with my HB pencil so far.
my anger and frustration really reached a peak when i started having a mental breakdown because i lost my little yellow sharpener. i couldnt find that fucker anywhere, and for some reason it pissed me off severely. i rummaged through my desk, even throwing my papers and books everywhere in search for that little yellow fucker. i even started to yell about how much i was going to punish that sharpener when i found it, as if it was some sort of person i could bash up, because i pictured it hiding and laughing at me.
at this point i was like, what the fuck is wrong with me? people out there are angry that their partners cheated on them, or that they have to have their legs amputated, and im standing in my room lashing out @ some little sharpener. it was just weird, even weirder than Rahim, which scared me.
this is what stress does. it's like a volcanic eruption.
for 2 hours i spent working on this one question and i kept getting the incorrect answer, which riled me up something savage. i was so angry at this stage. neighbours who saw me through my window would have thought i was lecturing someone, but really i was yelling, pointing my finger and using expletives at my poor text book, which is a true soldja cos it's survived 53 stab wounds with my HB pencil so far.
my anger and frustration really reached a peak when i started having a mental breakdown because i lost my little yellow sharpener. i couldnt find that fucker anywhere, and for some reason it pissed me off severely. i rummaged through my desk, even throwing my papers and books everywhere in search for that little yellow fucker. i even started to yell about how much i was going to punish that sharpener when i found it, as if it was some sort of person i could bash up, because i pictured it hiding and laughing at me.
at this point i was like, what the fuck is wrong with me? people out there are angry that their partners cheated on them, or that they have to have their legs amputated, and im standing in my room lashing out @ some little sharpener. it was just weird, even weirder than Rahim, which scared me.
this is what stress does. it's like a volcanic eruption.
