As finals time at the university rolls around, I can't help but notice the campus-wide panic that seems to be in every students' eyes. Every time I look in the mirror I see the same fear.
"What the f*ck was I thinking?!" is running on autoloop in my mind at the moment. With the stress of 5 classes and a total of 23 pages worth of final paper writing still on my To Do list, I'm beginning to feel a bit more fatigued than anxious.
Part of me thinks Why did I apply for this study abroad trip? I could have just lazed about all winter break, worked a bit, baked delicious holiday cookies (fattened myself up some more), and vegged in front of the tele watching Cary Grant films.
And sure, maybe spending countless evenings in front of the television, enjoying the general splendor of the season sounds appealing to my currently fatigued and mentally-exhausted self.
But when I begin to feel this way I just pick up one of my readings from my study abroad class and it reminds me that while the trip itself is sure to be an exhausting one, it is a small price to pay for a bit of world knowledge. I don't know exactly what I'm looking to get out of trip, but I'm okay with that. A little mystery is good every now and then.
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