The hard truth

Today, it hit me back; the hard truth that I'm back to school, and I'm back to the grades' slavery. I got really annoyed today, or rather irritated. It's not the pressure of the good grades, it's the pressure of what's built on your grades. This stress is what's holding me back from the idea of graduate studies all the way to the end. I mean, I would love to be a professor, provided that I find research interesting this semester, but the route to get there aint easy one. For me, the hardest part of it is that I will be enslaved to the grades, in a way or other, for the next 10 yrs. Though, it pays off afterward, and one's rewarded with a lifetime job. MAN, it is hard to decide. Anyways, these are just some thoughts, since today I got back my first graded HW since I left school last year. I'm studying hard, and ejoying it. But there is no perfect person. In the past, I had a group with which I did most of my hws. It was like a tradition, that I will figure out how to solve the problem, while they look at my paper and find all the "1+1=3" mistakes. I don't take anything from their work, we all worked together, but that was a very common thing to happen.