Remember when we were kids, and we savored each moment of every day? We would fight our parents when bedtime rolled around, begging to play for just five more minutes. We made forts using every single blanket in the house, and read books for adventure and fantasy—not homework.
I would do anything for those days again. Instead, I’m slaving over Charles Dickens and authors with names I will never learn to pronounce. My books often look like they’re bleeding with all the red pen I use to dissect them—poor things.
I hate that in the weeks I am so bogged down by assignment and deadlines, I anxiously wish the days away. I keep telling myself: Thanksgiving is almost here. But I don’t want to be that girl! I love books. I love learning. I love college. I want to enjoy this place in life because it rocks!
