As most of you know, I'm now in that dark seemingly endless little tunnel called Practical.
Being in that pitch black tunnel, we trudged blindly along the way, feeling so lost and confused, suffocated by the air of overwhelmingness (if that's even a real word), made claustrophobic by shitloads of work, and occasionally suffered from a mild case of sense of time impairment.
Not to mention zombified and robbed off our precious weekend rights. There's no such thing as T.G.I.F. anymore. There's nothing to be thankful for a Friday, as Saturday will whip your ass to get up for school.
I can't remember the last time I write about something optimistic and full of sunshine.
However, today is the day.
A student posted this in her blog:
There is light at the end of the tunnel. There is hope after all. This is the light.
And I am gonna be kick ass awesome.
P/S: Ignore the age mistake. I said ignore it! Why aren't you ignoring it?!
P/S II: Boyfriend, I can explain 'bout the last line...I love you?