'Tis a season to write essays, fa la la la la...la la...la la...
I'd have to say, undergoing studies again after living in for almost ten years is not easy at all. I used to be able to keep up effortlessly. Now, not only I'm struggling to keep the pace, I'm also struggling to compete with my young and vernal classmates. Compared to the time I was an undergraduate, now I am the one in class who keeps missing the bull's-eye, and it's such a disgrace. A significant number of times I find myself second guessing my ability to stay on the programme. I eventually decided to carry on, considering I have obtained some academic financial assistance.
I rummaged through the rubble of the second bedroom and found books I don't even remember owning, and novels I don't even remember analysing! I can't be that old?? Anyways, chancing upon this monstrous heck of a book is such a blessing, for it contains copious stories and references that would come in handy, now that I am back into the (boring) literature scene. My only motivation to finish this is to finally being able to start my PhD thesis somewhere in the UK or New Zealand or Canada (simply for the climate haha), and then become a literary analyst or a fiction writer, whichever earns more moolah and anonymity.
I gotta get back to this. Next, exam next Wednesday. Next, surgery day. Shrivelling in fear.
There, there, little heart. Todo está bastante bien. God willing.
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