rather by the obstacles one overcomes while trying to succeed.
Booker T. Washington
Things are feeling very real on this particular Monday. After a weekend spent relaxing and running errands with the boys, reality has coming crashing down.
I have an exam on Wednesday. It will undoubtedly be as hard (or worse) than the first one. Oh, the pressure to perform. I've talked before about this course. It is the last of my undergrad career, cost a pretty penny, could affect my honors status, and is integral to my grad school acceptance. The first exam did not go well and I'm rethinking how I study while simultaneously doubting my aptitude as a student.
I need to confront someone related to my research. My weakness. Oh boy how I hate confrontation. I sought the wisdom of a beloved professor, and now feel more prepared to craft a carefully worded email detailing my availability; meanwhile reestablishing some personal boundaries. Don't back down, Sarah. Be strong. Or so I keep repeating.
This is all I have. I'm signing off until Wednesday or Thursday as the pursuit of my future career is more important at the moment. Nose to the grindstone.