(If someone
is reading this: I want to apologise for any misspelling and ungrammaticality
that you could find in my posts. I am Chilean girl, so my first language isn’t English
– is Spanish, if you didn’t know ;) – and I’m doing this to practice my writing
skills in this language)
Two months
now since I started university. Yep. How time flies.
When I was
on vacations I thought about how my new life was going to be - because
university is a huge life changing thing in my opinion - and I finally came up
to (with) the resolution that it was going to be amazing, my life was going to be MUCH MORE EXITING THAN EVER. How mistaken I
was.
Don't get
me wrong, I love being in uni, I really do. I love - with passion - my career,
that's not the problem. The thing is, it is so stressful. It is so much more
difficult than I thought It would be, and every time I said that to someone,
their answer always is “No one said that it was going to be easy”, or something
like “Yeah, but you will out of there alive” YEEEES! I KNOW! But, but…
sometimes, it just too much, just too overwhelming, sometimes I just need a
break. But I have to keep going, be strong, and study like there’s no tomorrow. Well, unless I’m studying something
that I feel pasion about, I can’t even imagine how everything would if I had studied
medicine as my uncle wanted. I probably had suicide by now. I feel so happy to
be studying literature, and doing what I love that every hard test or homework
or report or whatever, worth it.
At the end
of the day that’s all what matter.
(If someone
is reading this: I want to apologise for any misspelling and ungrammaticality
that you could find in my posts. I am Chilean girl, so my first language isn’t English
– is Spanish, if you didn’t know ;) – and I’m doing this to practice my writing
skills in this language)
