The new semester is, if not calling, waiting for me. It sometimes seems ridiculous that the four-year univeristy period has gone with such a pace. It's unnoticeable a transition from a freshman to a sophomore, to a sophomore, to a junior, and to a senior, which annoys me for the uncompromising reality that I have to be one of the oldest amongst undergraduates. The beginning of this semester means the upcoming full stop, a full stop of one's irreversible golden age.
Yet as a college student I was not successful. I was slack, unambitious, inactive, and sometimes disgusted with my work. In many cases I preferred a so-called degenerated life, in which I found nothing to do except for playing or fooling around. I was startled, when I was in an arrant frenzy time, by the severity of the amount of time that was killed by me.
Yet as a college student I was not successful. I was slack, unambitious, inactive, and sometimes disgusted with my work. In many cases I preferred a so-called degenerated life, in which I found nothing to do except for playing or fooling around. I was startled, when I was in an arrant frenzy time, by the severity of the amount of time that was killed by me.
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