Frustration and anger ran through my veins like no other consuming me into a pool of anguish. I was crushed under a dark burdensome gray cloud, while all I could witness was my entire world crumbling apart in front of me. Midway through my Sophomore year all I could think to myself was “I’ve failed.” I never anticipated my Sophomore year to turn out the way it did with poor grades, blame, and frustration, but I never expected it to also be so transformative. Receiving my first few grades I was ecstatic knowing that I would get this year rolling with high A’s and B’s and could keep those going throughout the whole year. Halfway through the first semester, my first C arrived in Chemistry leaving me dazed. I thought to myself this shouldn’t
