I’ve been having good days and bad days. Don’t we all? I guess you could say I’m having typical “mid-semester stress.” But this semester is different. This semester is my last. This semester, I’m not going to be scheduling another semester of school. This semester, I’m going 0-100 trying to figure out what the heckContinue reading “Need a miracle? Phone a friend.”
And you know, I’m probably not the only one who’s annoyed. It’s only 4 weeks into the Fall semester, and my patience is tearing at the seams like the right strap of my $9 backpack from Walmart.
Blame it on whatever. Senior-itis. Commuter-itis. Itis-itis. We’re all frustrated, tired and thinking the world owes us all something. We’re all late for class or work and giving up on the week and it’s only Tuesday.
I was you. I laid on my couch, clinging to a pillow, crying and panicking two weeks before my first day of class. I told Dad I didn’t want to go, that I wasn’t ready. But I went. And now it’s nearly over for me.