Again, I'm here from being a long while (a few weeks this time) gone. If I thought high school was hard....
I'm a pretty resilient person. In fact, I know I am. I can handle pressure like no one's business, but this time, I'm near my breaking point. It's taken a lot, but right now, I can actually remember how much I've cried since the start of the school year. Normally, I'm the sort of person that would regret something, lock herself up in her room, have a cry, wipe it off, walk out again. It's still the way I handle sadness, but this school year has been different. I have no idea whatsoever what uni or your studies are like, but do you have time left for a ride? Or have a bit of a draw? Sit in the sun for a moment, go walking?
Guessing by the reactions of my fellow students, the answer would be yes. A lot of people are screaming about how much free time they have compared to high school. No full days, a few hours, home again. Here I am, then, telling people that my studies have lessons for me (mandatory, by the by) that last every day -from monday to friday- from 8 am to 6 pm. About an hour rest at noon, if we're that lucky. After that, guess what, it's still a bit of a practical study (game design) so we have a shit ton of tasks to do at home! Not to mention we don't just have this schedule one week. We've got it an entire trimester at a time. Each one, it just gets busier.
For a lot of the students doing the same I do, Game design, it's quite okay. They're stressed, and even for them it's a bit too much and too hectic, but they're just so fucking fine. Then again - that's what they do. They game and go to concerts. Those are literally their only hobbies. No sports, just a little working out at home. There, that's that. On one hand, I'm envious of them. On the second hand, I can't understand how they're surviving this hell. They even fill in their free space with jobs. I mean, what? How?
As it is, I've got next to no time to go to my horse. She's fine and taken care of by her owner, and I know she's fine (though a little unhappy, I know her very well, and she's one of those horses that just love to work or go out on a hack), but to be honest, I'm the one that's really not. I'm breaking down. Every time our teachers give us one more menial task of giving them another game we need to work out, I can feel my heart sink and one more bit of my resolve crumbling away. The madmen are positively gleeful about the prospect of giving us tasks. It's like they love having a few more souls to crush, a few more talents to sniff out because of the insurmountable amount of stress.
Now, time to finish off some tasks, then I hope I'm in a good enough mental state to finish my commissions. I'm so sorry, guys. I'm quite a weak person, I think.