My grades are the worst they've been in my entire life. I've never been below a 4.1, and now I'm at 3.9. It may not seem like a big deal, but to me it means so so so so so much. I hate that it does, but I can't help it. I shouldn't have taken on this much work. I shouldn't have stretched myself this thin. But I did. There's no turning back now. If I can make it through this semester, I'll be ok, but I just don't believe that it's possible for me.