A Shitty Story
I had just started my personal hell with the core subjects of my program. It was my fifth semester (factorial joke), but to be precise, since I had dropped a course the previous semester—the first of the career track—I knew I was technically a third-semester student with a year lost. Electromagnetic Theory I was the nightmare of that semester—ironically, one of the easiest classes in the whole program. I was already seeing many classmates I had started with drop out of electronics or switch to other programs, especially Industrial. And I, who couldn’t for the life of me tell my mom I was failing or thinking of switching careers, had to remain stoic and keep going, more beaten every time.