Actually, this semester really kicked my ass. It was very hard and I am still recovering. I feel silly, really, for feeling this exhausted; it's not like I birthed a baby (though, remember the parenting-grad school analogy?) or built myself a house from scratch or survived some terrible tragedy (not that tragedies can ever be un-terrible, but I guess the extra verbiage's supposed to add to the effect). All I did was move up to year 2 of my schooling; something every graduated student before me has also done, with grace. But I guess I also took on many projects in areas that I have never really dabbled into before. That part was hard.
I need to sit down one day and write about my experience this semester; how it ate me alive. And only left my feet. But it's kinda hard when this
is the scene on and around my keyboard and computer screen. Ella says hi.
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