It seems like it always happens when the weather starts to get cold. Ever since I was in elementary school, the little fire that got assignments done early, lived in fear of a late submission point deduction and woke up early to get things done started to fizzle out.
Here we are again. I am fighting to turn things in on time, and fighting to care if I didn't. Where I used to be motivated to go to class on my death bed, migraines keep me at home.
My dad told me once that this is where it counts, though. I was a runner in high school; I'll always remember running a race with him and him telling me that. We were on the last mile and he told me, "This is where it counts; this is where you show who you are. It's not in the first couple miles when it's easy and you're doing great. Who you are is in the last mile when everything hurts and all you want to do is quit. That's when you see what you can do."
So, I'm going to try my best to keep it all together. I'm gonna push through. If I miss a class or two, that's okay- As long as I make sure to keep my head above water and give it all I've got. I'll make up where I need to and get it to Thanksgiving. From there, I'm sure I'll manage.
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