Mastery

"It’s an oft-quoted truism in books on learning and productivity that it takes 10,000 hours to achieve true mastery in any skill, from composing symphonies to playing tennis."

10,000 hours sounds like a lot of time. Let's say you're in college, taking 16 units per quarter. 16 hours a week of studying in class plus maybe another 8 outside of class. That leaves you at 24 hours a week. Let's estimate and say that you're in school for 40 weeks a year, giving you 3 months of vacation. After 5 years of school, you're still only half way to becoming a master of taking college courses, and that's assuming that you stayed in the same school and took generally the same kind of classes for 5 years straight. On top of that, it's only mastery of taking those classes. Those classes are almost definitely varied in subject and more so in focus, so you're probably not even anywhere near a novice(2000 hours) at any particular skill that you've touched upon.

We could also look at the example of a martial art. Assuming you're a real go getter and actually have the time to put in a full hour of practice each day, it's still going to take you 42 years to master something. If you start when you're 20, you won't have the art mastered until you're over 60, and by then you most likely wont have the physical ability to practice the art..

I don't know what the point of this post is, just something that came to mind and upset me a bit, but now that I think about it, I guess that this must be the reason that I never really feel comfortable saying that I'm good at anything. And even if I have a general knowledge of lots of things, I would still say that I'm not even a Jack of All Trades, I'm more like a 10 of all trades at best, probably more like a 5 or 8...

She says that she loves me, but she constantly thinks I either am or want to cheat on her.

She says that she loves me, but she says that she has nothing but bad memories.

She says that she loves me, but she makes me feel like I'm a complete asshole.

She says that she loves me, but she doesn't seem to enjoy talking to me.

If she really loves me, why can't she trust me enough to forgive me...

A full day off

I found that today I was far more productive than usual. I'm not sure why this is, I have a strong feeling that it is because I finally had a full day off. Today I managed to not only get all my exercise done before 12; I also managed to clean my room, make a nice breakfast, and spend a little time on a project that I've wanted to work on. I also managed to make it to my tutoring session a little bit early. However unfortunately my student caught me early and so I had to start my lesson 10 minutes earlier than I'd wanted. Today we also had a little bit later than right on the hour, so I ended up giving him 15 minutes for free. But it's all good because I know that a couple times I've skipped out early on lessons so I guess this just makes up for it.

After lesson I had about an hour and a half to kill, so I decided to wander around the little den den town nearby teramachi. I was also wondering if my dad was talking about teramachi, so I took a of it. Because apparently, teramachi was at one point a computer district. Anyways, I went down to the little toy store, bought my dad some little cars for his train set, but I'm not sure if he's going to use them because he hasn't worked on his train set in a while.

Eventually Robert texted me and we ended up meeting up. We wandered around the little den den town looking for a place that repairs hard drives, because my hard drive recently quit on me, and I was thinking that a professional might have better luck than I did. However, unfortunately, even the professionals told me that I would have to send the hard drive back to the manufacturer in order to fix the problem. I don't think sending the hard drive back would fix any problems because they wouldn't even attempt to recover the data, and I'm sure that a simple format would fix the problem.

We ended up running out of stuff to do and we got to the place for the party early. So we decided to take a walk and show each other places that we had talked about in class. By the time we made it back people had started gathering so we stood outside for a while. Eventually just about everyone showed up but we were missing one or two people so we had to wait a bit longer. After about five minutes after the scheduled meet up time we decided to go is in without them. When we got inside all the other people showed up within five minutes. I got to sit right next to my sensei so conversation was a little bit awkward.

Food was really good, and I had a couple gin and tonics. I even tried some sea cucumber which tasted really odd. It really doesn't have any sort of fishy taste, has a consistency like the octopus, and a subtle hint of sourness

Conversations were all pretty basic, just people asking about what others were planning to do over the break. That is, until Frankie got a picture sent from his girlfriend of her grandma in the bathtub. He had no clue why and neither did anybody else. Eventually Robert got a little drunk and started blathering about anything he could think of.

We were coming to the end of the party so it was time to order some desserts. There are two ice creams on the menu so I decided to try them both. The first was just a normal ice cream, but the other was ice cream instead of a cream puff. This actually reminds me, at the beginning of the party there were crackers with whipped cream and chocolate syrup on them which were really tasty. Anyways, the cream puff ice creams were really tasty so I decided to order two more plates.

After the party was over everyone was standing outside and the conversations were dull so I left. I thought about texting everyone else, but I figured they either weren't out, or they were already very drunk, or planning to go to a club. So I decided to just go home.

It is extremely cold, but I was lucky enough to have the foresight to be carrying two hot packs. I put the hot packs in my gloves and biked home. On the way, I saw a bunch of egg cartons so I picked them up (I am making soundproofing for my room).

When I got home, nobody was around so I just went into my room and went to sleep.

I don't know why, but I woke up around 3 AM to see that she thought I was still out. I got to talk to her but her Internet was out and she was at the library, so I didn't get to see her face.

It upsets me that she assumed that since I didn't answer her texts at 1:45 and 2:30 AM, then it must mean that I was still out drinking, even though she could see that the party I was going to ended at nine. It's little things like that that make me feel like she doesn't trust me.

This is actually really cool, because I wrote this entire post using dictation software.

Despite your fears not everyone falls for me like you did.