The other day in class I peered over to see my friend crossing off days in her planner. A smile crept over my face, finding joy in watching the days disappear. Closer to being done.
Then a thought occurred to me. How sick is that we are wishing our days to fly by, to be done with? What are we closer to being done with? Sure, school. But grass is always greener on the other side. Shouldn't we be enjoying each day to the best of our ability?
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