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It's finally over, and instead of celebrating that she actually made it, all she can do is sigh in relief.

Four months. It really is over. It's finally over.

The torment is over.

Deep in her heart, however, all she feels is remorse. She wonders if other people could actually feel what she feels at the moment. If they could understand why she's griping over it so much.

Eloquence goes out the window as different words come to her at once: value for money, justice for effort, intellectual capabilities, but what really retains is this: quality, quality, quality.

She was expecting so much quality, maybe a little too much of it, only to be sorely disappointed in the end. She was supposed to be excited, considering it's her first venture. But no. All she feels still is remorse.

So she asks herself if she has even learned a thing she didn't already know after four months. No. Nothing.

Wasn't this all--all those days and hours spent--meant for self-development? So she could be a better person and give back in return?

Sadly, it never happened. And that's what broke her heart so much. Such wasted months--and pesos--they were. Each penny saved for nothing.

Do you understand now?