Another day back, another assignment, another boring class to sit through. Breaks may be a thing but it is only a momentary fix before it’s back to the grind. The remainder of all the missing assignments you have no plans on doing but still haunts your mind at the end of the day. That annoying teacher that seems to think picking their class as an elective seems to mean they get to assign so much work as if you don’t have other things to do as if you don’t have a life. It all just keeps piling up. Soon you are on the verge of just saying screw it, but you can’t because you have to succeed. You NEED to succeed… right?

   The rustle of papers, the click of keyboards, the murmur of conversations. You’re surrounded by peers engrossed in themselves, each lost in their own world of deadlines and expectations. The clock ticks, as minutes slip away, stolen by lectures that seem to drag on indefinitely. The bell rings, signaling the end of yet another class, but there’s no sense of relief, only a sinking feeling of dread as you realize the immense workload awaiting you. You walk through the crowded hallways the pressure increases with each passing day, each assignment a test of your resilience.

   Home, the familiar surroundings offer little solace, and the unfinished tasks consume your thoughts. You sit at your desk, surrounded by textbooks and notes, the glow of your laptop screen illuminating the room as you start yet another assignment. The hours tick by, but the work seems endless, a never-ending cycle of reading, writing, and revising. Exhaustion takes its toll. Doubts linger in the back of your mind, nagging whispers of inadequacy, of the fear that no matter how hard you try, it may never be enough. You question your choices, your ambitions, wondering if the sacrifices you make are worth the fleeting promise of success.