I can hear the whip cracking in the background, urging me to work harder as the end of the semester nears. Why is it when a new semester begins I have so much motivation, but towards the end when I should have an abundance of motivation... I have none?

With everyone I have spoken to, I receive the same response. A sluggish expression of a word or sound that shows completely how they feel and how I feel - like slacking.

Yet, none of us give up as we push ourselves towards the end, only to have it start again in the next semester. Whoopee!

Have you ever heard those professional stories of how people found their life jobs? Many of them say they just "fell into it" by opportunity. I don't know how they do it, but I haven't found anything to "fall into." I'm left here flailing as I try to figure out what I want to do with life, certain sometimes yet very uncertain at other times. Switching from sciences, to psychology, to kinesiology, to english literature with a kinesiology minor, to now what I think I will stick with to the end... an english literature major with a teaching ESL certificate. Who knows, maybe I'll never "fall in."