On a totally unrelated note:
Did you ever have a moment where you just had to sit back, sigh a little and admit to yourself that although you had failed at something, it didn't make you a failure?
If you're wondering, let me just put it this way: I'm not good at school. I never have been. I don't mean that I don't understand the material or that I can't learn; far from it. I've always been a sponge for knowledge. But it takes concious effort for me to maintain passing grades. Lately I've been having a bout of the I'm-not-good-enoughs, and I don't entirely know what's causing it. All I know is that for the first time in my life, I'm stepping out into the world and actually taking responsibility, and it's killing me. I can't wait until I get out of school.