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people at work talk about me.

they call me a workaholic. i won't stop for anything, not even food.  if there's work to be done, i'll be getting it done. but it seems that nobody really understands why i work so hard.
i know that i have been given a second chance. i'm not smart like everybody else. i didn't go to harvard or mit and i didn't get straight As (my gpa sucks y'all). unfortunately i can't be slacking. i have to go above and beyond the people around me. i have to prove to everybody that yes, i can do this. my grades don't matter. what people say about me don't matter. i can't tell you the countless people that have told me to switch my major or 'try something else'; even my own mother.
but those people don't keep me going. my passion keeps me going. and unfortunately, i can't put that on a piece of paper so that anybody can see. i have to show you. i can't expect any more from anyone else; i expect every case to be the worst case scenario. but it's okay.

i don't feel mad or upset when they talk about me because i know they're praising my work. and that's all right with me.

talking about work, my experiments from last week went well (i did analysis today), so i'm starting to put my poster together. will be out of the lab for most of this week. anyways, i have to go and read some scientific papers (wow, i haven't done that in awhile). man, it's resturant week in DC and i have no time or money. sike-a-boo.

rest in peace myesha.  a brillant mind lost. a young girl who will never become a woman.

peace.