Bas, that's why I dig you. You always keep it real.

NM, she's right. But since she's already delivered the reality check, I'll try to offer some encouragement. I remember being that boat when I was in college. I remember staying up all night studying for a 300 level French Culture and Civilization final; a class which was taught entirely in French and in which I struggled because my comprehension skills were a bit lacking. I was stressed out and bummed because I just knew I was going to do poorly and I felt like I was wasting time in a futile attempt to salvage the unsalvageable. I stuck with it though and somehow managed a good enough grade on the Final to get a C in the class. It was one of the few times I was happy to get a C, and it made every bit of angst worth it.

One other thing I remember about college is how surreal the experience seemed to be at times. I always felt like I never had enough time to do all my work and I felt sleepy most of the time from late night studying and having to drive a piece of shit Chevette with 150,000 miles, 120 miles round trip 3-4 days a week up to Towson and back to Rockville. Sometimes I thought "This is bullshit. Can I really keep this up to the end?" I just kept at it. The day I took my very last final was a beautiful, warm breezy day. My last test was in Econometrics. I had inconsistent grades going into the final and needed a 95% to get an A in the class. I took the test and felt like I crushed it. I knew I'd done well. As was usually the case, I was the last student done with it, but as I walked out of the building for the last time in my college career, all that anxiety vanished like a fart in the wind. And apparently I crushed that Econometrics final. I never saw the test grade, but I got an A in the class.

Don't despair, dude. It'll all work out.