Eyes the color of rain-clouds
I tire--however, I continue to cultivate my will, ready to succeed much better than I have any right to given the circumstances I have made for myself these last few weeks. That is, I have stressed myself well beyond my usual limits, yet continue moving forward, albeit somewhat zombified.
Or, at least I feel like my eyes are dead--they weigh down everything in front of me, pleading for me to give pause to slow down for a while. I cannot slow down. To maintain my GPA, and to see through my current extracurricular goal, I cannot slow down. In a week, I hope to be more or less finished with end-of-semester shuffling; until then, I make use of every pocket of energy I can find.
It's really not so dramatic . . . but I think I can fairly argue that this semester has been particularly eventful.
Or, at least I feel like my eyes are dead--they weigh down everything in front of me, pleading for me to give pause to slow down for a while. I cannot slow down. To maintain my GPA, and to see through my current extracurricular goal, I cannot slow down. In a week, I hope to be more or less finished with end-of-semester shuffling; until then, I make use of every pocket of energy I can find.
It's really not so dramatic . . . but I think I can fairly argue that this semester has been particularly eventful.

