Last year, school wasn’t like this.
Sure I had classes at the college, but they were one at a time (which made studying much easier and getting 1 or 2 questions wrong on an exam was a tragedy).
This semester has been different. I’m still living at home, still sleeping in my own bed at night, and still trying to hardcore study and do my best.
I think I may have worked harder this semester than I ever have before. I also had no life.
Let me re-phrase that, my life was consumed with school and it’s demands.
I have enjoyed this semester immensely. There have been some times when I cover my face with a pillow and groan like a sick donkey, but there have been other times when I read passages of my homework reading aloud to share it with my parents.
I know what chiaroscuro lighting is, what an unvoiced-bilabial-plosive is, how to “pot down” a mic, who Max Weber was, and how the pre-modern era viewed ontology.
It’s been quite a ride, and I’ve almost reached the light at the end of this tunnel.
What view awaits me?