Isn't it funny how working your bum off is barely good enough in college? I don't feel like I am bragging when I say I have been putting my nose to the grindstone. My days go something like this: I wake up at 5, read scriptures, exercise, get ready, pack a lunch and a dinner (this takes a long time and is kind of annoying), then go to class. In between classes I hit the books. After classes I go strait to the library and stay there until my homework is done. Then I come home and it is basically time for bed because I have to get 8 hours of sleep. When I say I "have to" I mean just that--if I don't then the next day my body won't let me get out of bed or I will involuntarily fall asleep in class or at the library, which is embarrassing.
I love the fulfilling feeling of working this hard. During my off-track I worked full-time and it felt strange to come home without homework. It was nice, but I honestly missed that feeling of working so hard and accomplishing so much.
How do you feel about the work load? Do you secretly kind of love it like I do or is it the bane of your existence?
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