It's honestly a gut-wrenching feeling for me. I've failed two classes due to absences/lack of work. I went to a boarding school with an A/B day schedule. P.E. was my morning class on Mondays and Wednesdays, and on those days, I seldom went. I always chose to sleep it, even though the class wasn't optional. On Tuesdays, Thursdays, ad Fridays, Geometry was my early morning class. I detested geometry. When I did manage to get to class, I hardly paid attention. Or understood it, for that matter. I knew I wasn't doing well in the classes, but when I was told that I was definitely failing the classes, I got the most sickening feeling. I hate failing.