Another year in college past
I worked myself into and out of sickness, joy, migraines, happiness etc. over the course of both fall and spring semester and unfortunately I still did not get the grades I wanted.
I was jerked about by group members and professors until the very end.
My goal for this year was to get all B's. I know that for many getting all the B's isn't asking for very much but I struggle in school.
"Work smarter not harder" is a concept that I've had challanges with since I started college and although I did not attain my goals of getting all B's I've been improving. This year was the worse but most progressive year I've had.
I've got two more years left, every fall I'm scared to start it all over again but I can't wait to graduate.
I'm not sure where I was going with this.. I haven't written in my journal in a long time and I'm not sure if anyone reads it anymore but I've missed gushing my emotions into it and will consider doing it more often like I used to because it really does feel good to get it out.