November already? Nah…I don’t believe you.
Apparently another month
has gone by. I personally have had no concept of time whatsoever since I’ve
stepped on campus. (Thus my continuous disbelief it’s November.) Here, you
don’t measure the day by hours—you measure by how many assignments you
have do, and how much sleep you can squeeze in before the next “day” arrives.
Or at least that's how my life goes.
Things have been pretty
steady so far. I wouldn’t say I have the hang of anything—I’m just not as
mentally stranded as I was when I first got here. Yes,
Centre played a small part in making me losing my mind, but at least now I
think I have a map to the whereabouts of where it may be. See, there’s hope.
(For some reason that metaphor reminded me of Spongebob and a treasure map…go figure.)
But that’s pretty much it—nothing spectacular recently. You just try to
live your day and not overstress, under-rest, or become brainless. It’s not
incredibly bad. Now when my friends of family ask me how school's going my
answer revolves around “It’s hard, but it’s going” or “Well I’m hangin’ in there, so I can’t complain” or “It’s kicking my
butt, but it doesn’t hurt as much as it used to, so I’m good.” I like to be
honest about these things.
Well, that’s all I have for
now. Wish me luck folks—I’ve got some papers coming up and, sweet heavens,
I’m gonna need it.