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Once more into the breech, dear friends. (And yes, from Shakespeare's "Henry V").
[2010-05-03] @ [11:19 a.m.]
As much as I want to tell myself to give up, I can't. I've turned in two papers. All I have left is my mutual enemy, Shakespeare.
You know what? I've done everything differently. I've worked harder this semester than I have in my life. I've managed my time wisely. I don't drink anymore, even to have a drink while I'm out with friends. I constantly sought help from the writing center, professors, or anyone who was wiling to give it. I've made tremendous improvements from where I was at in January. I've had moments but I've kept myself focused. I've worked hard, done everything I supposed to, and kept my nose clean on top of it.
I just can't imagine all this hard work not paying off and giving me the B's I need to be here for one more semester. I just have to get myself through Shakespeare during the seventy-two hours and then I hold my breath and wait.
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