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On Tuesday I took a test in a class that I felt oaky about, but when the test scores came back, they left something to be desired. I felt mass amounts of stress at that point. I have to carry a GPA of 3.0 in order to get into the Graduate program that I really want to get into. I feel very stressed this semester. Some days it feels as though all that I can do is endure. Push forward. Any time that I think about giving up, I think about all that I have accomplished and all of the people that believe in me. I graduated high school with a 1.7, with my AA carrying a 2.02, and am now carrying a 3.0. I have never worked as hard or have been as proud of myself as I am at this moment. I keep trying to convince myself that even if I do not get into the program I will be happy knowing that I gave it my all. Truth be told however, I do not know that I can be happy knowing that I came *this* close to getting into the program of my dreams. I have met and exceeded every expectation that have been set before me. I should not have graduated high school and I did. I should not have graduated from junior college, and I did. I should not be graduating in May with my BS degree, and to think that I am studying for graduate school. I tend to set my mind on something and not giving up until I get it. It is almost like giving a dog their favorite toy. However, after receiving my test score I cried, and cried. How am I ever going to get through this, I wondered. The next day I spoke with my boss and another gentleman at work and inquired about other career options just incase I can not get into the program of my dreams. Neither of them wanted to talk about it. In fact, they looked at me and said that if I wanted it has badly as they knew I did, that I would get it. What a relief that was. Someone, two someones in fact, believed in me. They believed in me so much so that they are helping me find a job that will help me get a great refrence for grad-school... and the rest of my life.