Today was the first day of classes, finally after what seemed like years of waiting. I definitely was more excited for the actual day to arrive than the work that it would bring.
Spelman is ruthless.
Barely a day into classes and my planner was already being filled to the brim. I've already begun to feel the pressure of succeeding..... I know, I know. It's early as hell but I just can't help it.
This semester I have a larger workload than the last. Many of my classes being writing and reading intensive. This means that a lot of discipline and time management are to be utilized. There's an itsy bitsy teeny tiny part of me that is screaming. I know I'm not the only one who feels this way. It's that part of you that just wants to be, and be only. No work, no responsibilities.
I think about that often, but then reality sets in and smacks the hell out of me. I have a job to do. I have a legacy to start in my family. I'm the first child in college. The first to pursue higher education. I can't give up.
So to Spring Semester, although you may intimidate me, I am ready for you. I'm ready for the ups and downs that you'll gift me with. The tears. The laughter. The bright days. The rainy ones. I'm ready for them all along with the lessons that they'll provide me with.
Let's get it. Resillience.