Saturday, January 24, 2009

stress used to make me happy

Honestly, it did.

Up until last sem, I didn't think my day was well spent if I didn't collapse into my bed right after coming home. In high school, things were worse; I became severely dependent not on food but on adrenaline. I wanted to do something big and grand and useful all the time, and although I still enjoy doing big and grand and useful things, this sem I've been feeling too - er - harrased to justify the joys of (literally) running around with a bag containing at least three different types of notebooks. I miss it. The joy I used to find in stress. Sigh.

Rachel's right: I'm busy this sem. Being a semi-active member of ICTUS is not an easy task, I tell you. And we're having weekly GA's in Kagayhaan now. Not to mention, all my professors seem serious in pushing their students to the "highest level". Which is good if that's just one prof; that would even be challenging. Six professors thinking along that line at the same time though...

But I'm grateful still. Things could be much much worse.