i suddenly find that i have this formidable task ahead of me. this journey to complete my uni studies. it suddenly hits me how challenging it is to discipline yourself to go for class and study and to source for suitable texts yourself. and the pressure of wanting to do well but at the same time knowing it is so darn difficult. and this i figure out at the end of year1. and im suddenly scared to continue this journey. fear of failing, of once again disappointing. its heavy this burden of responsibility.
couple of nights ago i had a scary dream. i'd gotten back my results and got an F for a chem module. and i didnt even take any chem module last sem. but dreams are just a figment of imagination right? they don't mirror reality.
