- 26th
- June
- 2009
A week Into The Future
By this time next week it will all be over. The waiting will have ceased, the postman will no longer be anticipated, the envelope will be ripped rather than sealed, and I will be…
I don’t know what I’ll be? It depends upon the contents. It depends upon the percentage. It depends upon the calculated grade. I maybe slumped on the floor still sobbing from the arrival of the morning’s post… Or maybe, just maybe, there might be a light that shines into my life, and makes me believe and see once more.
I know I should not judge my achievements or my worth by an academic grade, but it is hard not to. This degree means the difference between now and later. It is my future and it is my proof… my evidence to myself that I am more than my past. I am more than the dangerous decisions I have made. I am more than the labels that I have acquired. And my life is more than even I expected it might be.
I just hope that my present and intense self-doubt is proved wrong
