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Squeezing by: I barely squeezed through my classes, yet I maintained decent grades in some classes. I had to drop other classes in the middle of the semester to protect my GPA. I continued working and I stayed in school. But I was constantly sick now. Every cold ran towards pneumonia�It was a never ending HELL. However, I'd only recently gotten into the University. I had to keep going somehow. I was a failure at life. I was no darn good. I was a BAD person because I couldn't do better. I believed that a person's worth is based on how well they perform at school and at work. Besides, I now knew that my sickness had been dormant before when I had appeared to go through a recovery and I needed my lofty diplomas to earn enough money to take care of myself. I didn't have a problem that was going to be easily diagnosed or simply treated. I was probably disabled and I didn't want to spend the rest of my life on welfare because of it. I knew that if I couldn't make it then welfare would become the only solution. My family wasn't about to take care of a disabled drop out twice over. If I could only get through then maybe things would turn out alright. |
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