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Well, surprisingly, things didn't go that poorly. It turns out that one of my profs does indeed possess a heart, and it looks like I won't fail after all.

You know, last night was very out-of-character for me. I don't usually stress out about anything, really, and I very very rarely feel like quitting. I'm actually a terribly optimistic kind of person, and things always seem to have a funny way of working out for me no matter what I do. Once again I was worried about nothing (or at least blowing it waaaaaaay out of proportion).

So, humbled yet again, I would like to say thanks.

I'm just not sure to whom. Karma, I suppose. Everyone that's ever told me to keep going. My mom, my classmates, you guys. I have come to realize that regardless of all the petty bullshit I complain about I really, truly live a blessed life. I honestly try hard to live a positive life and to be as nice as I can to everyone I meet, and maybe that's why things work out for me seemingly against all odds. I hate to even acknowledge karma because I'm afraid the second I point it out it will vanish, but I swear the way I've decided to live my life has been directly rewarded, and always in the times when I need it the most.

So thanks again. I mean it.