You know that wonderful feeling of lightness when you finally finish a large amount of paperwork and send it off? The feeling that you accomplished something and never have to look at it again?

 You know that sinking feeling you get when you submit something (not the aforementioned paperwork, but another project) and you are asked to redo it because it does not match the receiver’s ill-defined expectations?

Or when you fail at something, not because of your own inadequacies, but through the inadequacies of someone else? (Meaning: almost everyone else failed, too.)

I’m not sure whether I should be elated or depressed. On one hand, my future seems bright and shiny and there for the taking. On the other hand, my future seems bleak and unforgiving.

I wish this semester were over already. This is driving me crazy.