A whimper instead of a bang.

[2008-12-01] @ [9:13 p.m.]

Nothing is ever good enough for my senior seminar professor. I've made more C's on papers in her class than I have ever made in I have my entire time as an English major.

I don't know how my writing has changed. The ideas are solid but it always my excution. I am going into the final leg of this paper with the mindset that I am not good enough. I am not good enough to pass this class or finish this damn paper I've spent three months of my life on.

And what sucks is that this entire semester I have felt like this. My work has suffered in a lot of classes in my opinion. I'm probably going to dive bomb this semester because I've lost my touch.

What's worse, I don't feel like grad school is even worth my time because I got this feeling in back of my mind I'm wasting my money. I won't get accepted because everything I turned in is horrendous.

Self-pity party over here! I haven't felt this helpless in a long time. Tomorrow is going to be hell to say it nicely.

Maybe I just need to lay down for a bit...

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