Saturday is the last day of my September term. I am very disappointed with my performance this term. How bad is it? Let's just say my 3.9 gpa will be much, much lower after Saturday.
I've been intentionally telling myself:
It's ok. Things have been beyond crazy lately. You've had more important things to worry about. It's not the end of the world. Relax. You will be fine.
The other things I've been telling myself:
You idiot. Why can't you do this? Why can't you catch up? See, you really can't do it, you were a fool to go back to college at your age. Friggin moron.
Somebody please come slap that second bitch for me.