The Abysm of Time
So neither my friend Sheena or myself are happy with our LSAT scores. To remedy this, we are studying everynight for at least two hours.
While I admit the possibility exists I can get into UofL with a 153 and a 3.51 its much to close to gambling than I would actually enjoy.
So we're studying together, hoping that Sheena can boost my score on Logical Reasoning, and I can help boost hers on Reading Comprehension. No one ever said it would be easy. Sheena just left, and I'm going through the remains of the day in the library.
I'm feeling oddly these days. I think its the whole fall season, or maybe the whole doubt about the future thing. Halloween is an odd time of year.
I've realized I work most of the damn time. I have no time for a social life, because I'm doing either Mock Trial, Student Court, or homework. Granted its nice to win awards every now and again, but to gain something, it looks like you have to give up something too, and that something is a care-free youth. Instead, I stay awake wondering how to make back up plans just in case something goes awry.
Growing up isn't a fun process. Granted, there's all that potential stuff they tell us in high school, and having big dreams and all. But do they ever really tell us that if we want to achieve our big dreams, we have to either be incredibly lucky, or work our asses of? Not really, its implied, but never stated.
Of course, I wouldn't really change a thing. I've enjoyed most of the hard work, and a good deal of the stress.
While I admit the possibility exists I can get into UofL with a 153 and a 3.51 its much to close to gambling than I would actually enjoy.
So we're studying together, hoping that Sheena can boost my score on Logical Reasoning, and I can help boost hers on Reading Comprehension. No one ever said it would be easy. Sheena just left, and I'm going through the remains of the day in the library.
I'm feeling oddly these days. I think its the whole fall season, or maybe the whole doubt about the future thing. Halloween is an odd time of year.
I've realized I work most of the damn time. I have no time for a social life, because I'm doing either Mock Trial, Student Court, or homework. Granted its nice to win awards every now and again, but to gain something, it looks like you have to give up something too, and that something is a care-free youth. Instead, I stay awake wondering how to make back up plans just in case something goes awry.
Growing up isn't a fun process. Granted, there's all that potential stuff they tell us in high school, and having big dreams and all. But do they ever really tell us that if we want to achieve our big dreams, we have to either be incredibly lucky, or work our asses of? Not really, its implied, but never stated.
Of course, I wouldn't really change a thing. I've enjoyed most of the hard work, and a good deal of the stress.