I'm not too happy about myself right now, less than an hour after my stats final ripped me a new one. I knew what everything was on the test, but I absolutely shut down and nothing came out. What the hell happened to me? It used to kill me when I didn't get the best grade in class, because I knew that I had it in me. Sure, that was in elementary school, but I still hated that feeling all through high school. I come to college and suddenly I can't do my homework on time to save my life. I might as well have walked out after bubbling in the few answers I knew. I felt like such a fool, cursing myself for waiting until three days before the final to even open the textbook.

I think I've come to a point where I can't stand to accept the weak and even non-existent effort on my part to what I want to do... if I didn't want to be here, I'd be gone by now. I'm a man on a mission now. My eyes burn from sleepless nights and my body is starting to tell me that it's not happy, but for the next few days, I will not go quietly. I'm not about to go on AP. I'm not about to settle for just getting by. I will not quit.

Other than that, it's a beautiful day right now. Time for some rest.