I’m finding it preposterously
complicated to trust that the university break – that little encouragement of
light I’d been looking forward to during past weeks – is over already. I had
planned to have a real chance to relax, but my classes start back tomorrow and
I already feel under the force.
Where did the
opportunities for sleeping, road trips, TV watching days, and university-work
catch-up fade away to? Looking back over the last few days I realize that this break has been more confused than standard; and I use
the term ‘break’ very loosely…
The first day of the holidays
arrived; indication a chance for freedom, relaxation, fun… For me, something
else was assignment due date. A week’s extension given to my one of my
psychology classes seemed awesome at the time, but when met with my unrivalled
knack for procrastination and extra work shifts, it lent itself to a very
stressful first day of holidays. I dragged a heave a sigh of relief when I
submitted it.
After a day or two of happy
holiday delight, I then realized that a major assignment for my external subject
was due on the last days.
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