Going to school here can make you feel like a relative failure in no time.
Every time I tell someone that I don’t plan on doing anything (like an internship, traveling, finding the cure to cancer, creating world peace, etc.) this summer, I get this…this blank stare that pisses me off to no end.
I’m 18 and already feeling burned out by the process of getting here in the first place. I haven’t had a summer off since I was 14. I read non-stop and write essays and response papers and lab reports all the time. I get little sleep, I’m homesick, I’m not eating well…what the fuck am I supposed to do, work myself to death? Thank God for the friends I’ve made here. They’re a reminder to, you know, breathe.
I’m pretty much sure that unless some magical, beautiful internship or other opportunity comes along, I’ll be home watching baseball and hanging out in the city this summer. That’s all I really want. Honestly.
Sue me, Harvard.