For some reason, I always feel my most inspired at 3 in the morning. tonight is no different. as the quarter is winding into its last few weeks I find myself again astounded that the end of my schooling is in sight.
When I was in eighth grade, about to move into high school, I was very nearly angry that 12 years of schooling were required by the government. and now, here I am, after 12 forced years of school, and 4 extra volunteer years, almost finished. who would have thought back then that I would be the one to willingly go to further my education?
I know I've said that before, but no matter how many times I do it, looking back at my younger self, I can never believe that I got where I am today.
How did this happen?
Mere months until I graduate.
what is this?
All I can say is that there were people who helped me along the way.
You know who you are.
Thank you.
