So, I just had a meeting with the associate dean/school psychiatrist about failing my first anatomy test. She acted gingerly toward me, as if I would break down at any moment, and under that type of scrutiny, I almost did.
I seriously almost cried while talking about how frustrating not exceling in classes was making me.
But I didn't. Yay!

Things are actually going well, though.
I've found a place to skateboard, the smoothest parking lot you'll ever find. Except most nights, it's too cold to do anything but stay inside cuddled up in blankets.

And I'm going to kick Anatomy's ass this time around with the help of my tutors, so that I don't have to take it over again. Fucking class.