A is for Apprehensive

This English course is going to kill me. It’s been one of the most trying roller coaster rides of my life. I could write volumes about it, but for the remaining three weeks I simply won’t have time. I have, however, been keeping a log of my thoughts in a notepad I’ve kept in my pocket the whole time. I always wonder what my instructor thinks when he sees me whip out my notepad in the middle of a discussion and quietly write page after page of who knows what (you can only fit so much on those little pages.) During our break today, I overheard some students remarking that they were told he’s one of the more difficult English teachers at the school. I’ve actually chatted with a few fellow classmates during our breaks and on the way out after class. After seeing my hardly touched essay returned to me last night, I admit I’m more encouraged than I had been at the start of last night’s class. In fact, by break time last night I was pondering withdrawing. It seems silly since I’m halfway through the course already, but I began to break under the pressure. I wanted to slow it down, but I know that would turn out worse than sticking it out to the end.

Okay, so I’m writing more than I had planned, but it needs to come out. The more I listen and talk to other students, the more I see how I’ve probably been holding myself to standards that are way too high. I’ve been making things more difficult than they really are. But it worked didn’t it?