For the three years that I've had my Millenium Falcon lego, Elsa's Cleaning Service never touched it.Until last Wednesday.
I spent 7 hours building that, too.
My world. My life. Your time.
Junior year is coming…time to hit the SAT/ACT books, prep for the tough classes, get a driver’s license, all the fun stuff.
The fun, however, diminishes once the pressure is on. This time, it’s on for real. My mom, for instance, wants me to perform well on the big tests as well as get a driver’s license—all flawlessly. She’s willing to sacrifice everything to get there, including my own well-being.
Now I’ve worked under pressure for several years. All those times, I’ve toughed it out. This time, it’s different: one of the few people who promised to support me through the tough times is the one making me feel like the fucking idiot I already know I am. I keep asking myself, is it worth it to endure continuous torture for some stupid scores? Even if I get the scores and the license, will I feel a sense of accomplishment knowing that I lost all sanity and confidence along the way?
I want to achieve. But not like this.