I did pretty well on the individual project, and seeing how well I did in the very first project I expected to do the same with the other two. I don't really mind my group-mate. She works and does stuff we propose. But whenever I work with her, I cannot design the way I want to. It's not that bad, it happens. We're supposed to design and work together.. decide on stuff even if one doesn't truthfully like the idea.

We failed at the second project, and even so we had to continue and focus onto the third and last project. The latter was due to last week. We barely passed. But we were pleased. Now we only had to re-work on the second project, the only one we had failed.

Yesterday was the retake. Unfortunately, the teacher didn't like it and therefore we failed the entire course. I was utterly shocked, never in my life had I failed a course. I didn't cry, I didn't sob.. nothing. My mind was blank and that was it.

However, by the end of the day I bursted into tears. I felt guilty, not because it was my fault for us failing, but because I told my brother about it. He works to pay my tuition yet I failed a course. I even left another course mid-way because it was physical and mentally destroying me (the one I was ranting about in my previous post). I wasted his efforts. But he was surprisingly nice, and patted my back while I was laying upside down. He softly told me it's okay, it happens.

Such simple words, such short sentence.. and it makes one feel better. I stopped crying, and now I hope for better things to happen. That was the end of Wednesday the 29th.

Today's Thursday the 30th. It's the last day of June 2016, and tomorrow I'm updating my tumblr with some drawings I challenged myself to do. But that's not important right now. It's time to mini-rant!