Point of no return

I think I’ve gotten past the point of whining, crying, bitching, moaning, and groaning about the work and sleepless nights at Art Center. I’ve come to accept that no matter how many or how less classes I take in a term there will always be more work to be done as long as the clock keeps ticking while in term.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: