Begging Your Forgiveness

Hello lads and lasses,

*The following content is not for those of you opposed to quitters, quitting, quizzes, or other "Q" words.
It is with heavy heart and deep regret that I come to you and request forgiveness "For what!?" you may ask, mortified at the bleak scene that I have just now set. I would and am forced to reply, "for withdrawing from our friendly competition . . . " Permit me (though I deserve no such mercy) to explain why:

I have, just this last semester, again engaged myself to an establishment of higher education, one Utah Valley University. In doing I applied for and eventually received a bit of financial aid to assist with the increased fiscal burden of my lost working time. Upon this aid was placed a condition, a seemingly insignificant one at the time, to end my classes with a C+ or higher. If, at the end of the semester, I had failed to keep my side of the bargain, I would then be responsible for repaying the full amount of aid provided. Thinking nothing of this, I signed on the dotted line and proceeded to skip classes like the studious little popinjay that I am. Now we come to the practical application. Having just received both an unsatisfactory report card and a detailed list of everything required for my quickly approaching Finals I desperately sought to trim some time consumers from my schedule that would cripple me in my quest for passing grades. Quickly surfaced in my mind eye three easily redeemable hours per week that would be better spent studying than say . . . exercising. Poorly though I felt at my decision I knew it must be made and so here we are, you, in front of your computer screen, mouth agape in horror at my weak discipline and I, on bended knee, begging your forgiveness.