Just retrived the result for my first essay. Freakin' demoralised, disappointed, distressed. Sometimes, I really wonder if I'm really up to the mark. I knew I'd never had been an excellent writer. Then, why did I do what I'd done and what I'd chosen to do? Then again, I don't believe I'm that stupid nor I can't improve. I'm at a loss now. If only there's someone who could tell me where to go from here. Sometimes I think perhaps I should just be a hermit, skip all the socialising (if I can do that) and bury myself in what I came here to do. For one I know I'm not strong enough to do that, and two, I shouldn't.
HOW HOW HOW?!?!?!
Will pop by the chapel later - to thank Him and to pour my worries. I need all the wisdom, courage and strength to pull through this. I must, and I will!
For now, enjoy a semi-naked image of Rus attempting to iron at the laundry room. =P
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