It’s that time of year again. Second semester has begun. You are up early, wondering why you signed up for another 8 am class, thinking that you already did it the previous semester and that it wouldn’t be that bad, but it is. It’s cold outside, and it’s windy and you just don’t want to get out of bed, but it’s syllabus week. It’s the most important week of the semester.

“Dear God, Help me”… you think as you drag yourself to class. It is only just the beginning of a long semester, and you’re thoughts are probably the same as mine…

“Why did i sign up for an 8 am class?”

“Did they really have to make this an hour and 20 minutes?”

“It’s only the first day and I know I’m going to have to be in the library for at least four hours tonight.”

“The professor assigned reading due on Friday and I haven’t even ordered the book yet…”

“I hate walking into a class full of people I don’t know… where are all of my friends??”

“I’m really hungry and I forgot to go to the store for the week, what have I done to myself?”

It’s those first few weeks after break. Seems like the days are just dragging on forever and you know that more homework will be assigned during these first few weeks than any other week this semester. Your thoughts wander to why you even attend college in the first place and then remember that you can’t do your dream job without a degree… well there goes that thought of dropping out.

Make sure you attend class this week, it’s the most important, and pray that you get all of your assignments done for the week. It’s crucial that your professor knows that you even exist, am i right?