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I have just a little bit more trouble caring every semester, and my grades reflect it. I was looking at my transcript earlier today, to schedule for next semester, and I marveled for a moment when I saw that I used to have a 3.5 GPA. It's almost impressive how linear the change semester by semester has been, and if there was a way to graph my social and physical health they would probably look pretty similar.
Maybe I'm depressed and I need to seek treatment. Maybe I don't know how to study properly and natural talent can't take me any farther. Maybe I've tried to do too much at once. Maybe I'm just not good enough. Maybe it's some combination of those things. Regardless of the reason, I might get some more C's, C+ if I'm lucky (unless I pull A's or high B's out of my ass on these things and that's not gonna fucking happen) but that's the best I can hope for, and even if I do manage that it's B's I need on my transcript. This realization has not helped my morale. If anything it means I need to do even more to un-fuck myself to even have a hope of recovering later, but I also wonder why I would think next semester will be any different. I can't even admit defeat and bow out, because that just changes the problem to "find a way to pay off your student debt on some shitty McJob."