This semester, I feel that all I have been doing is checking boxes and reading whack books to make my professors happy (except for two professors that I do love). However, this leaves me paying a good chunk of money just to be overloaded for one last ride on the rollercoaster that is college. Luckily, after this semester I get that diploma—assuming I get my work done. However, in the meantime I am just wondering why I have to do all this menial stuff.

When the world appears to collapse around us, motivation seems trite compared to the monstrous issues weighing on our shoulders. It is easy to succumb to negative thoughts, to allow ignorance to rule and personal beliefs dull—but important things are never easy.