There are still 111 days until the semester ends and already I feel defeated.
I’m scouring my mind for words to elaborate, but that line seems to say everything I can muster at the moment. I came in anxious, and the first week assuaged some of my stress; then things picked up a little in the second week, and though I can honestly say I’ve had a few great accomplishments and some greater experiences since the semester began only eleven days ago, I sit here with the sad realization I already feel defeated.
Where did I go wrong? When did my plans fall apart?
The Writingwolf: Words and Wonders 