As I slowly stride towards the end of the first semester of post-secondary, the pressure in my life builds with the amount of studying that I have to accomplish.  These readings-English, psychology, microeconomics, and geography-have given me immense knowledge and insight about us, and the world around us.  Reflecting on the past 2 months of school made me think about the times when I have slacked, off the times when I missed out on golden opportunities, the times that I did something wrong; these were all mistakes in one form or another, things that I should have learned from. School is a frightning task-the big buildings, the professors, the intelligent students around you-they all add up to be pressure stimulators.  I am hanging on, though; making it through task after task.

Why'd I spend 10 minutes typing that up? I don't know.