E tenebras, lux dormiens

Faced with the difficulty of the transfer process, I am at once considering giving up in despair. Sometimes I wonder whether I have the gall to give up the fight because I am essentially trapped between the malfunctioning of my ears and the lack of focus that has trammeled up my determination.

The process through which I must engage requires that I absolve myself from classes that I enjoy, classes that I need, classes on things that I should have learned so long ago but didn't. Just because I am now required to play catch-up, perhaps for the rest of my life because of the delayed knowledge-acquirement syndrome that all DCoHA must experience does not mean that I must suffer the choices my parents have made and instilled in me, that I . . .