Abroad and confused: that is me right now. Semester two, or the Spring (American Fall) semester, starts at the end of July, which is in the dead of winter, in Australia. The weeks are running together and have now become tainted with tons of lectures, tutorials, and seminars that having me feeling all types of angsty towards my American friends who still have a whole other month of summer.
1. Death via Snapchat, Facebook, and Instagram
As if the 14 hour time difference wasn't enough, now I'm reminded that all my friends who are sans school are enjoying the sun. Hello 30 bikini clad insta pics, meet 43 degree Australian winter morning and my 6 hours of class today.
If it's not the sun they're enjoying, it's probably lazing around, living up the no responsibility/ no studying/ no hardship life that is summer vacation. It's fine, I'll be in the library.
2. The Insistent Study vs. Party Debate
This is me, chugging along in my English major life, reading and writing until my professor's content (aka forever):
And these are my friends, blissfully unaware of anything even slightly academic:
The result is typically something like this:
3. Having absolutely no motivation. Ever.
As told by gifs, these are the feels:
Forever wishing for you all to join me on the school grind. Until then... find me in the library. Or (probably) on the couch.
