got into Drexel, took the GRE, and so on and so forth
maybe “relief” is the word i’m looking for? more like burnt the fuck out. why does it seem like i’m the only person on campus who just has too much shit on her plate academically? i feel like i learned four years too late that all these nights spent inside writing papers are going to get me no further than everyone who doesn’t do the same, and now i have two to three more years ahead of me. relief and regret are becoming uncomfortably interchangeable.
