white sandy beaches.

The next twelve weeks will be hell. But all I have to do is remember that I've been through far worse and I can do this.  My grades don't reflect who I am, especially when faced with obstacles that I have yet to face before.  A difficult teacher, work assignments that I try my best with but never excel in, all that matters is that I learn what I'm meant to and I continue to persevere in my conviction that this is the right career path for myself.

And if I don't really know, it's okay, too. I don't think we're ever really meant to be sure of anything in our lives.