just how much I rely on IMSA. Over the past year, my entire life has been turned upside down. Among other things, I used to actually like going home, but now I'm always counting down the days until I can go back. It's really sort of a grass is always greener thing. I'm sitting here, halfway through spring break, and I'm thinking, "I don't even care how much work is involved. I just want to get out of this house." I miss my friends. It hasn't even been a week, and already, I don't know what to do with myself. How on earth am I going to make it when I graduate?
At the same time, I keep asking why I put myself in this position. IMSA is a tough place to be, and it has pushed me dangerously close to the edge more than once. If it weren't for the people, I seriously doubt I'd still be there. My support group has grown immensely in the past few months, and I don't think I could ever give that up. At the same time, what is all the stress for? Are we really going to do that much better in the long run? Isn't there a way that we can get the same education with less work outside of class? I'm really tired of losing sleep and forgetting to eat, but that's what I'm struggling with. My grades are good, but I have to kill myself to keep them that way. So where would I honestly be happier? That's what I can't figure out.
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