I feel afraid because I'm
just a freshman. Considering the upperclassmen, what I feel today is nothing to
them. I just want to go home. I don't want my freedom. I don't want my
responsibility. And what struck me here is that even if I don't want to, I have
to. I have to do this for four years. I can't be tired. They say, if you love
what you are doing, you won't feel as tired as others who don't. So I ask
myself, do I love what I am doing? Perhaps, I do, but is it enough? Now a
deep hole in my soul is being dug upon. I feel empty. Because I still haven't
found what my dream is. Can you share your dream with me? I'm going crazy here.
Yep. Reality.