Resistance

When my eyes begin to droop and my back starts to hurt, I want nothing more than to go home. I check the time: 1:18 AM. I’ve been here for five hours. Doing what? Learning about life. Literally.

It’s at this time that I must resist the urge to go home. I have to power through. Despite the fact that I know my hard work will make for a better future, I can’t stop myself from thinking about dropping out of school, working in retail, and having fun. I dream about a life free of homework and studying, heavy backpacks and light nights. No matter how many times I have these thoughts, there is always a part of me that resists — well, at least for now….

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