expectations:

- m.

(Speak)

"I know my head isn't screwed on straight. I want to leave, transfer, warp myself to another galaxy. I want to confess everything, hand over the guilt and mistake and anger to someone else. There is a beast in my gut, I can hear it scraping away at the inside of my ribs. Even if I dump the memory, it will stay with me, staining me. My closet is a good thing, a quiet place that helps me hold these thoughts inside my head where no one can hear them."

- Laurie Halse Anderson.

This is the starting point –

are you with me?

Semester 3 promises some heavy workload, and I'm probably the only one cheering about this. Even if my time management skills are close to nada, and at the end of the day I'll most probably end up cussing up a storm (hello, Twitter! What good are you if not for spontaneous ranting). This could prove fruitful. Sure, what's another challenge without another handful of "what on earth have I gotten myself into ye gods," moments. But to RT @Lord_Voldemort7, "If everything is under control, you are going too slow."

So. Yeah.

Pushing boundaries, woo!

And no I'm not just saying this to stop myself from freaking out about having to find and read a hundred different journals and books for the research paper that takes up 40% of my entire grade in ECS3 but homaigawd who am I kidding this is scary and to think that every subject that I'm going to take when I get into degree will require me to do this exact thing except probably a 100 times more intense what what what okay.

Happy Friday!


- m.