This week has been a tough week for classes. I can’t seem to go or have the motivation to leave my house….maybe the cold? But i’ve been in college for 3 years plus one sememster, and i just can’t see the end. I have something like 4-5 semesters left at 12 credit hours a semester.
The next two semesters are going to be 10 credits because I have to take my foreign languages so i’m not going to take a full load. Which means I have to take summer course…curses.
But every time i think about quiting or start to cry i get this image of me walking over the stage and moving that tassel and seeing my parents really proud of me. Not just that proud look parents put on their face when you do something random. Its that oh gosh it took for ever, but she really worked hard and has proven herself not just to us (parents) but to the academic world.
damn that image…why can’t i just quit…damn that sparkle in my parents eyes. Oh well off to write a history paper.
