It's over.

If you have been reading HT over the past few weeks, you may have seen me hinting at my semester...and how it was not going so well. I am talking about it now so I can get it off my chest and then never look back. Next semester is a new semester and I will take it by storm.  I want to preface this by saying there were good times this semester, I made new friends, learned a lot about myself as a journalist, had a blast writing stories for Longhorn Life, and have been asked to write for quite a few local publications in Austin. Not to mention Hannah & I were just announced Moody College of Communication Week Chairs for next semester, it is an honor and we could not be more thrilled for this opportunity. Now on to the not so great stuff. This semester was hard, with a  capital H, A, R, and D. I took biology, foreign policy, accounting, and the {apparently} hardest journalism class in the program. I finished up yesterday at around 11:16pm and it wasn't even a relief. I am very concerned about my final grades, and how far my GPA is going to fall. But after reading some amazing articles, columns, and blog posts I feel a little bit better.  I can now confidently say that my GPA does not define me, no matter what the number comes out to be {when I finally get up the guts to look at it...in like March}. I know who I am and what I am capable of. It is very common for people to have a bad semester or fall into the sophomore slumps and I honestly think that happened. I don't think I asked for enough help this semester, from friends and family.   But now it is time to move on, like I said earlier I will take the next semester by storm. I am looking forward to being challenged in new ways and now I know when to ask for help.  The moral of this story, is if you have been there before, I applaud you because I have cried a lot about this semester and was not sure how you came out on top of it until today. For those of you who might be in the same position as me, we'll be fine. You are a fantastic human being and some professor or class will not matter in five years, you are going to be just fine. And if you have not been there yet, maybe it won't happen to you {and if so, congratulations I am jealous!} but if it does, remember what I said in this post. You'll be fine darling, I promise. -xoxo darling, Hayden.