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All work no play makes Jack a dull boy.
All work no play makes Jack a dull boy.
All work no play makes Jack a dull boy.
All work no play makes Jack a dull boy.
All work no play makes Jack a dull boy.
All work no play makes Jack a dull boy.
All work no play makes Jack a dull boy.
All work no play makes Jack a dull boy.
All work no play makes Jack a dull boy.
All work no play makes Jack a dull boy.
All work no play makes Jack a dull boy.
All work no play makes Jack a dull boy.
All work no play makes Jack a dull boy.
All work no play makes Jack a dull boy.
All work no play makes Jack a dull boy.
All work no play makes Jack a dull boy.
All work no play makes Jack a dull boy.
All work no play makes Jack a dull boy.

This school thing is tougher than I thought it would be. They say that if you can make it through first year you can make it through anything. I hope they're right, for my sake. Some of the most monotonous and tedious things can be set upon one in first year. I hope these years get better and I enjoy myself more. First year has been difficult, a test of myself and I have a few more weeks until I pass this test, but not with flying colors. Post secondary can be hell at times. I suppose it's a necessary trial, but it's not 'fun,' in the typical sense of the word. School is no longer a game that can be viewed from above. Now, I seem to find myself one of the pieces of someone else's game. The view from the floor of the board is not as pleasing as the one the player receives.

One is simply not cut out for this. One is molded in the process.