How else could I have done what I did?

I stumbled to the finish, beaten and exhausted, convinced that I had failed. I had even begun planning another life. I cursed my weakness, my stupidity, my folly. Why did I even try? Four months of sleepless nights. Weekends shut away from my friends. Coffee and bourbon replacing my blood. The shakes, the fluttering heart, the circumlocution, the excuses, the anticipatory angst, the minutes, possibly hours, spent crafting the Red Mosquito Power Rankings to avoid my real duty.

I open my transcript:

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And then, a moment of relief. It has not ended.

Film school is lucky to have you.

We're all very proud of you, Alex.

give yourself full credit alex.

congrats on a job well... done.