Keep calm, carry on . . .

This here's a photo of the work station in the library that ive been sitting at for most of the day, i pop back to my flat for lunch and dinner but most of the time is spent here, trying to learn.

Ive not really blipped anything in a while, pretty much because of a lack of motivation and ive been thinking about other things:

I was super excited last week to get one of my pieces of coursework back, however the excitement quickly became raw, unhinged aggression because of the grade of the assignment. It wasnt even a bad grade, however the difference between my actual grade and my desired one was i was angry at. I was upset because there was nothing i could do to change my grade, by all means i can approach the marker and have it explained to me why i was awarded my score, which would be a sensible thing to do. That is not good enough for me though, because i always want to be the best. Blinded by my (false) sense of entitlement (and anger) i proceeded to destroy the 'evidence' of my 'failure' (directly outside the door where i had been handed the result). In retrospect it was a childish thing to do, and over the past week i have understood this was not something i should have done but i have also come to terms with the whole fiasco.

Moving on; I had a problem getting to Stirling yesterday because of all the snow (as you probably have seen on the news etc) so i decided to drive through today instead, i got stuck in kirkcaldy but after some 'clutch cooking' perseverance with a shovel i was freed.
I also replied to a facebook post about why pupils did so badly in an exam; in which i outlined (from experience) the best way to go about succeeding through study, hardwork and feedback (which my dad says is the 'breakfast of champions'). Now i sit thinking to myself; my self-righteousness knows no bounds yet, i cant take my own advice and do assignments correctly and respond to the feedback?

Conclusion: Whether it's a formula you dont understand, if youre stuck in the snow, if you do bad in some coursework; it's nothing that cant be resolved with some hard work and evaluation of your mistakes. So dont 'cook the clutch', kick your essay down a corridor, shout and swear blindly, club baby seals. . .

Maybe next time I'll keep calm and carry on . . .