It's the end of the semester...the end of my grades. This week has been crazy busy and intense for me (and everyone else that has finals). Every year, this is my most favorite and most hated week of the year. There's an inexplainable type of excitement and fear mixed in my feelings. Well, I can explain where the fear comes from (failing grades), but excitement? I really don't know.
I feel as if the older I get, the less intellectual I become. Maybe it is because my brain is somewhere else...Maybe I don't think about books anymore. Too much for me to handle? But that's okay. Even if it is too much, I have a clean slate now. There are things in life where you do not have second chances. And even if you did, it is not like how things started out as. Grades are different. The end of one semester is different. It is a gift, a "pure" second chance that life hands to you. I guess that is why final's week is my favorite.
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