On times when I seriously think I've made a wrong decision...

Wondering if studying Physics was indeed a wrong decision that I sturbornly insisted on being not. Listening to people around me (Physics majors) seriously discussing about changing majors. Spend endless nights trying to understand a miserable chapter and studying for a test which in the end, couldn't even complete even 1 of the 3 questions. End up working alone for the Journal paper coz my partner decided to pang seh me last minute and take the test instead. Staring at endless vector algebras and mathematical equations and not seems to make sense. Realising how small, how lack of knowledge I could be. When my brain doesn't click stuffs together to form a whole picture that others see. When my brain doesn't retain what I've tried to study.

Yet, the curiosity to know more and more about the strange and new things. The satisfaction when I finally solved the first of the many equations in the term paper for almost half a day. When things starts to fall in place when I realise that there's the other given condition. When I realise that there are questions that I've had even the prof couldn't explain why.

I don't know. The ups and downs. Maybe I ain't smart but perhaps my major ain't the easiest one around either. I should juz shut my ears to people who're complaining about their CAP dropping to 4.5 or not getting A+. I'm juz an ordinary kid trying to do something that he likes.