I'm embarrassed. I've never failed anything. I prided myself on that; in the end, I'd pull it out because I'd put in the time, the effort, to make it happen. Not this time. This time, I opened a letter and, as dramatic as it sounds, my world as I knew it disappeared.
I feel like a fraud. A phoney. I excelled at school, and yet, when I needed it most, I couldn't find success. Instead I've let a year and a half go by, ignoring the biggest elephant in the room. I know that, if I ever want to call myself an "Architect", I have to make it past this final obstacle. But, right now, I'm ready to throw in the towel.