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Study break!
I have really disappointed myself as a student this semester. My marks are still pretty okay but I am just really not proud of how little effort I have put into school. I didn't write a paper worth 20 percent of my grade in the class this past week because I simply could not bring myself to do it. I'm worried that a side of me I have never seen may be surfacing and I've got to nip that in the bud.
I'm sitting in the library right now with an endless supply of tea and all of my books splayed out around me. I am strangely happy like this today. I hate writing papers with a passion but I kind of really like studying. Weird? There's just something about zoning out into a work mode to relaxing music for a few hours in this cold, sterile place that I am really into sometimes. I like snapping out of this trance hours later and having all I need to help me totally slay an exam. Especially when I know that every day spent doing this takes me closer to a month off of school and home.
Home. I miss you too much some days. I have been soooo nostalgic for Newmarket lately. When everyone you were friends with still lived in the same town and parties were always great, never flops. I think more than anything I miss those Newmarket summers, where a lap of the whole town was made most evenings. First love. Being underage. I want to relive those times once in a while. Not to say that I don't love Guelph and all my wonderful friends here, I feel very at home here also. Sometimes though, I wish I could go back to nights where my parents were at the cottage and I'd stay out as late as I wanted without any worry, get blackout and maybe have a sleepover with Ryan (not that I miss Ryan, just those nights).
Am I crazy? Or does anyone else ever feel this way?
I have really disappointed myself as a student this semester. My marks are still pretty okay but I am just really not proud of how little effort I have put into school. I didn't write a paper worth 20 percent of my grade in the class this past week because I simply could not bring myself to do it. I'm worried that a side of me I have never seen may be surfacing and I've got to nip that in the bud.
I'm sitting in the library right now with an endless supply of tea and all of my books splayed out around me. I am strangely happy like this today. I hate writing papers with a passion but I kind of really like studying. Weird? There's just something about zoning out into a work mode to relaxing music for a few hours in this cold, sterile place that I am really into sometimes. I like snapping out of this trance hours later and having all I need to help me totally slay an exam. Especially when I know that every day spent doing this takes me closer to a month off of school and home.
Home. I miss you too much some days. I have been soooo nostalgic for Newmarket lately. When everyone you were friends with still lived in the same town and parties were always great, never flops. I think more than anything I miss those Newmarket summers, where a lap of the whole town was made most evenings. First love. Being underage. I want to relive those times once in a while. Not to say that I don't love Guelph and all my wonderful friends here, I feel very at home here also. Sometimes though, I wish I could go back to nights where my parents were at the cottage and I'd stay out as late as I wanted without any worry, get blackout and maybe have a sleepover with Ryan (not that I miss Ryan, just those nights).
Am I crazy? Or does anyone else ever feel this way?