If I have ever felt that way about my home vs. my college, it would be this week. I went home and felt relaxed as I just kind of lazed about and watch Confrence. Then, out of the blue it seemed, I was dragged kicking and screaming back up Spanish Fork Canyon in a blizzard no less, just to be dumped into absolute chaos. Math is piling up, Micro is overdue, I have two tests and a lab that deals with the lovely smells of decaying sewage. . . yeah. It's definately seeming like the fiery depths of a very bad place.
On the bright side, my roommate and I are once again engaged in a war between the stubborns as we both try to out compete each other for the victory belt. This time, it's over going home. We'll see who the winner is. Although I ultimately think it will be her because I do desperately want to go home.
Ah well. As Winston Churchill once said; "If you're going through [the fiery lake of lava and brimstone], keep going."
It's some good advice.
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