I got a (fucking) B. [Oh how long did I wait for 'I told you so']

Wrote an essay through the night... still sucked like crapshit...

I officially cannot wait for year 4. I feel... a terrible burden to redeem myself. Somehow, to any small extent. For everyone who has ever told me they believed in me. Even if you lied or said it just to be polite. I guess, a part of me wants to believe you meant it and... I've always just acted like you meant it. So many teachers, so many friends. It's the teachers that really get to me. I can't really explain it.

Now, just waiting for 23 December to pull the trigger.