everything and nothing

this actually happens to me a lot.
i get worked up and so frustrated and annoyed about a class and the requirements and the teacher and then suddenly it makes sense.
the first time this happened to me in a significant way was during my sophomore year chemistry class. nothing made sense and i hated everything about the subject and then...magically...i understood chemistry for an entire week. it was a glorious week. since that moment over three years ago, i've wanted to strangle mr. heaston for giving me that glimmer of hope, but still. it happened. i understood.
anyway. im sitting on my bed, reading Irrational Man: A Study in Existential Philosophy by William Barrett, hating the fact that I have twenty pages to go. but then:
"when, by chance or fate, we fall into an extreme situation--one, that is, on the far side of what is normal, routine, accepted, traditional, safeguarded--we are threatened by the void. the soildity of the so-called real world evaporates under the pressure of our situation."
its like he's mocking me for being frustrated with the material. for being nervous about doing well in the class. for not getting it.

this whole situation (as in enjoying a single paragraph out of a 60 page assignment) isnt going to change my whole philosophy on life or even probably change my entire outlook on the class, but at least this happened, you know? at least for a second i liked it. and for me, i guess, thats worth it.