I’m back in my college residence with some fragment of my soul still left at home. I’m not mentally prepared for the second term, especially when the first one is a mess and I’m not sure how will the remaining two terms will help me in some way. Just a few days ago, or probably yesterday, I slumped at the thought of going back to university. The disseminating thought of incessant assignments and upcoming papers pertaining my unwillingness to go back. . For a moment, I almost forgot that I wanted this from the get-go. I almost forgot why I started this. I thought to myself, nothing comes easy in this life even if I’m in a place where I wanted to be. It’s funny actually to think that no one is forcing me to go there nor stopping me from not going, but I’m still here. In the midst of the negativity, I’m glad I’m still adhere to my principle; there’s a sense of responsibility towards my life decision and I know I have to deal with all the consequences now and then. This feeling will come and go but I hope that I will always stick to what I wanted to do in the first place.