I started out hoping we could finish the course with pride.

As the weeks passed, some of the training was fun, some tough, some painful. I was scared. And I got down.

In between I made friends and found confidantes. There was much comfort in laughter and stupid stories.

So today I'm feeling a little lousy; what I want is purely to survive the day. At the same time I think I've learnt that it's easier to pull through with others instead of all alone, so maybe I'll go bother some people.

On better days, I do still want to finish the course with pride. Apart from that, I don't want to regret. Fighting!