As I take my umpteenth break on a paper that I am writing for a class that I know I will fail. I can't help think about how much I am like my mother when it comes to pride. I have made it no secret how mentally hard this semester has been for me, and if you haven't about it, one can tell through the somber tone that my blogs took throughout the semester. I was too prideful to ask for help until the last minute, and while most of my teachers have been responsive (I am receiving 3 out 4 Incompletes.) My other class, I know I will fail, my work has been blah and lacking. The final paper is going to be turned in late and yet.... out of fairness to my fellow students.....
I am still to prideful to ask for help.
Crap.
