I realized that i no longer have this thing to carry on my shoulders as I go through the day . This looming responsibility of doing X - amount of stories to get X - grade . The thing is , I did the x - amount of stories , i lived with this monkey on my back for 16 weeks , i let my grades in other classes slip for a B - fucking - plus ... but i am not bitter ... It is over and I am happy .
Question: What may have been the thing I was complaining about ?
The answer to the above question:


It was a writing class that was difficult and led to my lack of attention to others .