As the school semester begins to come to a close, I find myself fumbling through the stresses of essays, more essays, work, and a series of double whammie ear infections. (Two in one ear!) It's another night of hydrocodone-fueled insomnia.
I'm getting older, and nearly a quarter of my life is over. I'm starting to understand what others were saying about, "Don't worry about school." "It's only a grade." And my favorite, "no one will ask you about your GPA when you're older." I'm realizing what makes me happy, what doesn't, and pondering the possibility of spending my life with someone for the rest of my time alive.
I guess it's what they call growing up?
In any case, I want to be the kind of person that lives life to the fullest.
