By the end of this semester, I felt like a giant
disappointment. To myself, to my parents, to everybody. I felt that I fucked up
big time. The stress had officially gotten to me. Yet once the semester
officially came to an end and I walked away from my last exam and I began to
get my grades and I saw that only one was really shitty; I realized that there
was no need to beat myself up. We can’t change shit that’s already happened we
can only hope that we learn from it and push through. So here’s to next year, senior
year, where I’m sure I’m going to kill it…
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