Deep Breaths, Textbooks, and Stolen Shoes: A Weekly Update.
This week has been, for lack of a better word, challenging.
I would even so far as to say it’s been one of the toughest weeks I’ve had to face. The weekly Chemistry and Biology tryouts. The frustratingly confusing math classes, and the introduction of Einstein’s theory of Relativity.
And that’s just in class. I haven’t mentioned the pressure of the upcoming English quiz contest next week and the Biology quiz contest next month.
It’s a wonder I can still breathe.
But the problem doesn’t even end there. Being exposed to extreme pressure, I know that conflicts among peers are inevitable. We’re all going through the same amount of bumps and bruises, high and low. We make small problems big and vice versa. We’ve lost our sense of priority lately. And heck, it’s understandable.
It’s been one heck of a ride. A lot of times I have to stop whatever I’m doing and taking deep breaths. Trying to let the frustration out of my lungs. Sometimes I even wonder how I’m going to get through all this: it’s so darn hard! And the problems, they didn’t came one by one: They arrive at once.
I used to be able to kill frustration by picking up my guitar and strumming whatever chord that crossed my twisted mind, but now the only thing that keeps me calm is whenever I finish praying or reading Quran. Don’t get me wrong, I know it’s good to be able to communicate with God this way, but I’m still scared. Gone were the days where I was able to dump my pent up feelings by listening to good music or simply eating good food. I want it back. I want to be able to enjoy simple pleasures again.
But I’m not one to ever pass up challenge. I’ll get through this. I’ll get through this. I say it like a mantra while I grit my teeth. Over and over again.
I’ll get through this.
