On priorities
Sometimes, you don't know what to do anymore.
There are too many things. They pile up; much like the cascades of clothes strewn around your apartment, which you do not have enough time to clean, too much like the books that you have to read, the photocopies of selections, and the downloaded files of alas, more readings.
Too many things. Most of the time you don't know what to do anymore.
You don't know what to do with yourself, with your time - with anything in your life. But you hang on, to what, you don't know. There's something, maybe it's just not tangible - yet.
You learn. First things first. It's not easy, but you try to make it worth all the effort, all the everything.
So even if you feel like you're a failure most of time, and you wallow in self-pity, misery, anguish, despair, all that - realize that it's going to be okay. This is the calm before the storm. Think to yourself, this is still freshman year.
There are too many things. They pile up; much like the cascades of clothes strewn around your apartment, which you do not have enough time to clean, too much like the books that you have to read, the photocopies of selections, and the downloaded files of alas, more readings.
Too many things. Most of the time you don't know what to do anymore.
You don't know what to do with yourself, with your time - with anything in your life. But you hang on, to what, you don't know. There's something, maybe it's just not tangible - yet.
You learn. First things first. It's not easy, but you try to make it worth all the effort, all the everything.
So even if you feel like you're a failure most of time, and you wallow in self-pity, misery, anguish, despair, all that - realize that it's going to be okay. This is the calm before the storm. Think to yourself, this is still freshman year.