How I became a bum on the drag?!

I was bright. I was smart. I had future. Damn, I had dreams. Untill I hit the P ... (sorry, I can't say the word.)

-Leading to Saturday May, 12th, 2007.
It was a stormy day. No ... It was sunny day ... No ... It was snowing... How the hell would I know? I was locked up in some indoor place studying the hell out of Pr .. (really can't say it)! I have known that I lost my A, for that matter, my B, and barely fighting for the C! Though, I had hope, because I have known, with Dr. Varghese, grades are really irrelevant. I thought that if I show enough effort, Dr. Varhgese would reward my effort with an A.

For two days straight, I ate, slept, and breathed with my propulsion (OMG, I said it) book, papers, and summaries. It was intense. Endless amount of money spent on coffee, Red Bulls, Monsters, sugar, or any source of energy. I had also run out of excuses to go to Dr. Goldestein's, Sarah Kitten's, or Gail Simpler's offices for candy.

-Saturday May, 12th, 2007. one hour to till the test ...
I stopped by the LRC. I have found the rest of the class studying for the test, too. It was hysterical. Colleagues have not slept in days. Red Bull cans are all over the place. I thought at the time, never knowing that I would be one, a bum would feel sorry for us. Given up on absorbing any more studying in those last few moments, we walked as a group swinging around like a drunk Jackie Chan.

-The Test ...
Dr. Varghese walked in the hall strongly and confidently as usual. I did not know that he carried the end of my future with him, the end of my life! At 7:00, the world, my world, changed, and never looked the same again. Well played by Dr. Varghese it was; the more he raised our hope in the closed book section, the more dramatic the crash would be. The open book section of the test started at 7:45. Oh ... what a horrendous feeling. My eyes ran between the problem and the equations sheet, looking for a clue, nothing... Moved on to the second problem. what the hell is this .. the third problem had an engine that was used in some alian spaceship.
The feelings were so strong. I saw MIT grad school disappearing by the first problem. By the second problem, my dream Porsche was fading away. An Aerospace engineering degree seemed very vague by the third problem.

-Nowadays ...
Look for me on the drag. I have long hair, long beard. I am holding a red book, and usually yelling "it's the devil .. the devil on earth." I have a tattoo on my arm saying "Propulsions happened"