I have begun to write in nothing but my .38 Uniball Black pen; I suppose for the sake of sheer familiarity and comfort. I have run out of hours in a day; and even the most productive use of time leaves me with work undone. My brain can only sustain the stress I put on myself so far, and writing a theory of knowledge essay really drains you of everything you've got - I can barely put 1 and 1 together.
I remember being in G11 and going "hey this doesn't seem so bad!" or "hey that's not much harder than what I did for O's!", but boy, that's really changed now - chemistry and math become the most challenging subjects on earth; and if subjects aren't challenging content wise then they sure are work wise.
The only time I spend with others is to say "hi!" in the morning or "bye!" once we're done; perhaps a "what will you be eating" or "how was your day", but nothing more. Everyone's dug deep in their neverending assignments; one after one after one. But I suppose this is the price, trade-off if you like, of getting an education - and as much as I'll complain, I'll never take for granted the opportunity I've been given to make the hell best of this year.
So aim high, and see how far your heart will take you.
"and if our God is for us, what can be against us?"
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