Dec 18, 2004 11:21
I don't think I have ever felt like such a failure.
Even before I got to class, I knew I failed. I knew that I was a true failure.
For the first time in my entire life, I failed at something. Something that I put so much effort into. I failed miserably and there was no way I could make up for it in some huge way. I plain out failed and could not accomplish my goals.
I was a disapointment to myself and I knew I would be a disapointment to my parents and everyone else.
I broke down because of the stress and because of the sheer fact that I had failed miserably.
I have a chance to redeem myself partially, just enough for me to advance because my professor saw how I reacted to my whole situation. So I guess tha's ok. But it wont make me feel better about my failure to meet my goals....
Next semester I see myself remembering this, and not letting it ever happen again.
This was the first semester of college. And the last that I will fail to accomplish the things I want to accomplish.
My back will be against the wall again...
But I will break it down......
I won't let it break me....
Mark my words....