Come...

Come next Sunday
Your Monday will be my Tuesday
Winter's nine o'clock becomes our four
Am I hoping that I can reflect?
Redirect upon the times that I cannot foresee to forget?
Really now, I just power through the wait
A wait that has been really aware just as of late
Trips to be are trips to know
Odd to see the morrow's sun snow
Under, way under, is eagerness to adore
Your chills will be my warmth
Come next Sunday

Please Fast Forward Please Focus

I can't get myself to understand BIS 101. I am so behind. I honestly have no clue on how to approach it.

Genetics may be by far the most frustrating class that I have ever encountered. Serious. It just does not click with me. I am at the point now where frustration and worry are impeding on the little productivity I have left to actually learn the material.

Please let this not be the decision-maker to my future. Please oh please.

I want to get through.
I need to get through this.
I will get through this.

For this is my hope.