I finally did well in a class. But I only had to concentrate on it for 6 weeks. That's helpful for some with the short attention span I have. I hope that the next summer class goes as well. I know it's unlikely, but here's hoping... My progress toward my degree feels like too little, too late, but I suppose I'll know soon enough whether I'm on Academic probation or some such thing. I just feel like the path I walk is through a swamp or quicksand. Or maybe a little like glue. Some of the obstacle always stays behind to remind you of the past. and in my case, it'll suck when I finally do finish, because knowing myself, I'll have to examine everything that kept me going. I'll have to swallow what little pride I have left in order to thank the people who I had no choice but to rely on to complete my goal... assuming that I do get my degree... big assumption. One I'm not completely comfortable with. Being a history major, I understand that nothing is written in stone. We're lucky enough to have an etch-a-sketch. But the shaking at the end of the picture really requires some getting used to. But at the end of the day, I'm still alive, and while that's still true, maybe there's a chance for a victory, Phyrric, though it may be...
