I can’t really say that school is just starting up – because it’s not. Already we are in full swing and I have submitted a couple of assignments. What has struck me about this semester is the lack of pressure I feel. Working steadily on my assignments, getting group work up and running … none of it feels particularly difficult. I remind myself that part of this is because it’s the last time. Part of me is sad about that – the other part of me can’t wait to be finished. Looking towards life without school work, though, seems a little overwhelming.
Strange how we come to enjoy the things we love to complain about, huh?