How I Fucked Things Up In 6 Months: On Dealing With The Army, Death And School

In March 2006, I finished my stint with the army. I was so happy. Any dude here in my shoes would have been too because it was a long couple of years serving in the military.

In June 2006, my dad died. It fucking hurt. There was so much pain and regret.

In August 2006, I enrolled into my local university, one of the best there is out there in the world (National University Of Singapore.)

For my first semester, I didn’t give a flying fuck about anything.

I didn’t want to make friends.

I didn’t want to do anything remotely fun.

Most of all, at that young age of 21, I was already going through an existential crisis. I mean, my dad, a person I grew up did just die.

I questioned so many things.

I’d go to lectures and classes and ask myself constantly, “Who the fuck cares about this shit? Why does this even matter?”

As a result, I didn’t study and flunked almost all of my modules.

I did so badly to the point that I got a warning letter saying that if I don’t buck the fuck up, I’d be kicked out the following semester.