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My confidence has been shaken. Badly. Ever since getting that bad grade on my Native American Lit short paper, I'm even more worried about how well I did on my Giesert paper. I just turned it in yesterday, and he didn't seem all that thrilled when I did. I know there were things that I could have done, things that I should have included, if I had done what I originally planned and started earlier. Damn my procrastination. I don't want to be here anymore. You're not graded on life! I hate having the feeling that everything I do here is only worth a grade and not going to be something really useful to me later.

...if I fail out, I'm totally not coming back.