Despite getting a brilliant result for the Summer semester, my yearly average is still not good enough for the bastards to let me do straight Law. What’s really sad is that I still have an upper credit average when you take into account a particular subject that I failed by not sitting the exam and got a High Distinction afterwards. I even scored the top marks for three units including a Law subject.
In a way I’m happy because this means I can finish my degree earlier. The Law degree would take two additional years plus another year at Monash to properly become a lawyer. So the changed game plan now is to get straight HDs for the next 4 semesters of this triple major Commerce degree and if I can do Finance Honours it shouldn’t be that hard getting into some sort of a Finance company or an investment bank.
Jessie’s doing Commercial Law and Finance and we have a couple of classes together. As usual, it scares me how much I love her and I’m trying to be prepared for the inevitable heartbreak. We are absolutely mismatched, and I just don’t mean physically. To give you a rough idea, I’m 6′1”, she’s 5′2”, I wear size 10 shoes, and hers are 4. I’m always broke and she wears Prada (well not literally) to bed. Ever since she’s come back, we’ve been spending literally every free moment of day and night together. She’s a complete neatfreak and I’m oh sooo messy which drives her insane at times.
My fabulous old house got sold and I had to move to a suburb I’m profoundly embarrassed of. To make matters worse, Jessie and I went to Geelong last week and my car broke down twice. First we had a flat near the beach, and it was too hot to change the tyre so we had dinner first only to realise that I didn’t have a jack and it was too late to ask anyone. After wandering around for a few hours we got one (shoutout to Dave the architecture student) and changed the tyre, but on the way back the damn engine blew up. I had to drive at about 20ks stopping every 10 minutes from midnight to six in the morning until we got to Kings way, from where I had to tow the car to my house. The darling angel didn’t complain for a second, and risked life and limb with mad truckies on crystal meth swerving past us barely missing the bumpers.
She also can’t stand how irreverent and disrespectful I am – to people, to life, to religion, to sex and sometimes even to her. What really worries me is that she might think I’m being with her for money or sex. She wants me to go to church and quit smoking but I can’t do either.
Everything I do seems to be wrong, but I do love her, and I think she loves me too. Without her, I don’t know how I’d have been able to get through these tumultuous two weeks.
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