Plan for the worst case scenario, but do everything in your power to manifest the best case. That was the story of spring.

it's the final stretch, one last month that makes or breaks everything. i'm no stranger to this type of pressure. somehow i always end up...

rockets don't stop halfway, or something like that.

Despite all the easily preventable missteps this semester and multiple shortcomings, I have something to be happy about.

Lock in, one more time. One last dance. Believe in the heart of the cards.

I've been behind on practically everything these first couple weeks of school.

I definitely tried a lot harder this semester than ever before, and the results do reflect that.

Despite my grades suggesting that classes are going smoothly, it has been anything but that.

I think I'm finally starting to get an idea of what my schedule and workload looks like.

One summer, nineteen units, why? I bet on myself, and I think I'm going to lose.