Bottom.

I failed my first Psych exam today. Even though I kind of had an idea that I won't do too well and that I might even fail, it still stings when I actually realized that I had indeed failed this exam, miserably at that.

Due to Ike, I had 2 exams between yesterday and today, plus all of the wedding hoopla last week proof to be a mighty hell of a distraction. I knew that it wasn't going to be well for me, having to manage however little study time I've got left for 2 subjects. I'm trying not to blame other thing or people, I have myself to blame. I wish I have better time management skill, I wish I can focus better. As much as I want to blame the wedding for taking away my study time, I don't think it's fair for me to do so. It's my brother getting married, I was expected to help and and be at family dinners. I did have a good time at the wedding, not as much as I'd like though, I have to admit that. In the back of my mind, I was constantly panicking about the lack of studying I've done all week.

But oh wells, what is done is done. I failed. Official grade has not been posted, but we did a review after the exam and based on how many wrongs I counted, I knew I didn't pass. I'm so angry at myself, so disappointed. I have never failed to this level of craptastic in my academic career. Never. I failed my first Assessment exam back in Junior I, but my grade was only 1 point shy of the passing grade. This time? I don't even think if my instructors throw out some questions will help me. I really did screw up that bad.

Perhaps, this is the kick in the ass that I needed to get serious and get my focus back on school. I know I'll get back on my feet, put this behind, and think positively for the upcoming exams, but for the time being I'm moping and beating myself for this.