I’m sorry I keep bringing up my failure, but its almost like therapy for me to talk about it. It actually makes me feel better. The first day of class was yesterday and most of my classmates know I failed- at least I think they do. Anyhow, that doesn’t matter because they will eventually all know when next semester comes and I am nowhere to be found. I was feeling rather sad yesterday when I was watching them interact with one another- I was observing and I was feeling almost like I wasn’t part of them. Right then and there I decided that I was not going to let that happen. I will be even friendlier and try to make the best of my time with them. I am currently in the classroom with a classmate waiting for class to start while everyone else is eating (not a good start, but it’ll get better). I really do believe that this will be a great finish to my semester.