I’m still alive and the first semester didn’t killed me, but I feel like a bag of crushed Doritos with chile. A lot of things are happening and I don’t know if either cry, smile or both. Probably the number of “good” days is a little bit higher than the “bad” ones but the graph has a solid saw-tooth form.
I haven’t figured out anything yet but, everyday is a new day to try things. Meanwhile I’m still searching how to make a good deal all the crushed bag of Doritos that im now.