Staring blankly.
It feels like it ought to be Fall Break already. I'm staring out the window, not thinking about this paper I need to write for tomorrow, and looking forward for a second shot at the semester. I always see the end of the quarter as a sort of "fresh start."
I am not disappointed with my academic performance so far, but I am frustrated. Maybe I'm just not the student that I think I am capable of being. Maybe this is really all I'll be able to do.
Keep striving, homeworking, and trying my best, because, well, that's all I can do ultimately I guess. It doesn't feel like much, though, when I'm to the day before a paper is due again and still haven't started it again. But my goal is finishing, because finishing means I can try to finish the other things that are all coming due at once.
On the other hand, this is my best year so far because of other things. I have so many wonderful friends, both here and further away. I don't know what I would do without them.
I am not disappointed with my academic performance so far, but I am frustrated. Maybe I'm just not the student that I think I am capable of being. Maybe this is really all I'll be able to do.
Keep striving, homeworking, and trying my best, because, well, that's all I can do ultimately I guess. It doesn't feel like much, though, when I'm to the day before a paper is due again and still haven't started it again. But my goal is finishing, because finishing means I can try to finish the other things that are all coming due at once.
On the other hand, this is my best year so far because of other things. I have so many wonderful friends, both here and further away. I don't know what I would do without them.