Dear 3rd year 2nd Sem,
Tomorrow, I'll be meeting you. I'm excited yet at the same time anxious on what lies ahead. The past semesters I met were really stern! What do I expect? I'm in the post graduate studies now, so I should learn to love those torturing scenarios. Masochistic as it sounds, but the real world is a lot harder if I wouldn't learn to cope with the slavering day to day rituals of reading, analyzing and putting into practice what I read. There were times I wanted to give up especially on the latter part when my emotions were really crumpled, but no! I won't!. I have lost the real me for quite some time, and I can't wait to welcome that old self once again.
I know you won't promise me a better semester nor would you promise me flying colors, but I'll do my very best this time to be at par with you.