I get it.
And you’re sick of being sick and tired.
You struggle to get out of bed.
You struggle to drag yourself over to your desk—the place you have to sit for hours on end, day in and day out, in order to earn the 4.0 that you promised yourself you’d attain when the semester began.
But you know that you need to push through, so each day you drag yourself out of bed and over to your desk just as you know you have to do.
And each day, you become more and more tired.
More and more sick.
Your eyes are starting to glaze over your textbook, and you seem to be unable to digest any information.
You’re homesick; all you want is to be held in your mom’s arms and to have a bowl of her warm, homemade chicken noodle soup.
But it’ll all be over soon enough.
Deep down, you know that with each minute of studying that passes, you’re a minute closer to a break and that the four years you spend working towards your degree will pave the path for the rest of your life.
This doesn’t last forever.