Just the other day I was "walking on sunshine." And in the poetic words of Katrina and The Waves I asked myself, "don't it feel good?"
A couple days ago, I was in the midst of my most relaxing days over the past 3 months. The entire day was mine. I was not compelled to spend a single minute for another soul. Yes, I was contained in the walls of my apartment, but that feeling of confinement never entered my mind at any single moment.
Now summer is over. My first college summer is over, and it "don't feel so good." My long relaxing days are going to once again become compact and filled with classes and assignments. The hours, minutes, and seconds of each day will no longer belong to me. Dedication, persistence, and determination will become my daily mottoes. Is it just the hard work that repels the thought of college? No, that is not the only reason. It is the additional stress and pressure I constantly receive from my peers, classmates, and professors. And myself included. Fear oozes from my very pores as I think of the possibility of me not meeting my very own expectations. I don't think I will be able to handle that feeling once more. Remembering all this "don't make me feel so good."
A couple days ago, I was in the midst of my most relaxing days over the past 3 months. The entire day was mine. I was not compelled to spend a single minute for another soul. Yes, I was contained in the walls of my apartment, but that feeling of confinement never entered my mind at any single moment.
Now summer is over. My first college summer is over, and it "don't feel so good." My long relaxing days are going to once again become compact and filled with classes and assignments. The hours, minutes, and seconds of each day will no longer belong to me. Dedication, persistence, and determination will become my daily mottoes. Is it just the hard work that repels the thought of college? No, that is not the only reason. It is the additional stress and pressure I constantly receive from my peers, classmates, and professors. And myself included. Fear oozes from my very pores as I think of the possibility of me not meeting my very own expectations. I don't think I will be able to handle that feeling once more. Remembering all this "don't make me feel so good."
