Failure is a tough pill to swallow. My life has essentially been a long effort at trying to be successful at things, and so when real failure hits, it is quite a blow to the ol' fragile ego. It is especially bitter when the failure was preventable from the outset. Nevertheless, I must deal with it and take it in stride and do my best to overcome it.

Sometimes being so focused on things that you consider (and probably are) more important can take a blow to other goals that are important as well. I have a great appreciation for grad school, but it still has been hard to do what it takes to be successful in incredibly technical and esoteric pursuits such as Greek. Being out of town for four weeks has not helped (ironically, two of those being for another class).

But, ah well. Life is still good. It's just a short delay for graduation. Fortunately, graduation is not determining life at this point.