This is me of the now...

So I went to my IS class today....for the first time in two weeks. My professor gave me a lecture about how I'm going to have to work for my grade in order to pass the class. I knew that. But now I'm starting to feel terrible about failing this class. I've let go of everything this past semester. I just didn't care. I know I know....excuses don't mean squat when it comes to reality and growing up. I don't WANT to fail. I just don't care enough about the class to get out of bed at 7:30 in the morning to work for a grade. Does that make me a horrible person? No. Does it make me a lazy person? Yes. Does it make me immature? Yes. But how many other students throughout the ages have failed a class or two? A lot. I'm not saying that I'm ok with failing this class....not at all. It bothers me a lot. I've never been a for all extensive purposes a....failure.....before. So this is coming at me from a new angle and I hate it. I don't want to go home because I know what my family and friends are going to say. But I'm thinking that next semester is going to be ok. The gist of the problem is that I need to grow up. Blah. Growing up is over rated. Seriously. But since I have to I will. Soon enough. Sigh. Welp I'm going to go now. See you in a few. Love, joy, and peace! Muaw!