The End of the Rope
It's the last week of school before the winter holidays, and, as my midnight Twitter ramblings can attest to, I am completely and utterly spent.
I am exhausted. All I want to do is sleep, but I won't (I can but I won't) because it will only cause me more stress later in the week if I don't get this essay done. My head is pounding and the ideas aren't flowing but damn it, I will churn out this first draft tonight if it kills me.
It's ironic, actually. The topic of my essay is "factors that contribute to student success". Interestingly enough, maintaining physical, mental, and emotional health is not one that I've included.
I've made myself some tea, and while the caffeine will probably keep me awake for hours, hopefully, it will get rid of this headache.
I wonder if the person that I was when I made this account about three years ago would recognize the person that I am now? What would she say if she saw that instead of writing about things that she saw in the world around her, this journal would be filled with complaints and depressed ramblings?
Well, back to work.
I am exhausted. All I want to do is sleep, but I won't (I can but I won't) because it will only cause me more stress later in the week if I don't get this essay done. My head is pounding and the ideas aren't flowing but damn it, I will churn out this first draft tonight if it kills me.
It's ironic, actually. The topic of my essay is "factors that contribute to student success". Interestingly enough, maintaining physical, mental, and emotional health is not one that I've included.
I've made myself some tea, and while the caffeine will probably keep me awake for hours, hopefully, it will get rid of this headache.
I wonder if the person that I was when I made this account about three years ago would recognize the person that I am now? What would she say if she saw that instead of writing about things that she saw in the world around her, this journal would be filled with complaints and depressed ramblings?
Well, back to work.