.... I got a D in Finance. I was expecting as much, considering how sick I was for the final. Considering I don't remember the final. I had a good grade going into the final, a B as best I can tell, but it obviously wasnt strong enough to withstand whatever it was I made on the final.
Of course, I got the obligatory "Priorities" speach from my father. No matter that there wasn't anything I could do about being sick. What was worse... like a knife in my academic heart, was hearing my father say he didn't care about my philosophy degree, that it would never make me money. No matter that I'm going to grad school in philosophy, no mater that its wht I love. I don't care that it wolnt make me money. I dont, really, at all care. But he will never understand that. Never.
Now, I'm left searching for how to enrolle over 18 hours of credit for a semester. Its the only way I will graduate on time with both degrees. Part of me just wants to forget about that BBA, just to let it go, and get on with my life. But I can't not after all of this I've been through. I will not be a failure of that magnitude.
All of this, though, on top of the news I got last night, about two dear friends ending their relationship of six years - I now am well on my way down the slope of depression and dispair. The world conspires against us, fate demands a price of flesh and blood for its ministries, and we all must pay it.

Now, I must put all of this from my mind. All of it. Close down those thoughts. And move on. I have cleaning to do, and erands to run, and laundry to fold. And tomorrow is new years. Time to start anew.