Busting week

I had gone through a busting week. four out of five weekday nights have at least one meeting or rehearsal. not to mention the course on daytime

 The only blank night on schedule is Tuesday (technologically, Friday was also chill time, but I still had a club course in front, so I didn't count it), Therefore, I arranged a short study plan for the night. There was a special feeling, mixing up excitement and looking forward. As if a study is a noble pastime or a labor that really produces value. Watching jobs getting done one by one, crossing check-boxes off from the to-do list. Senses of achievement slowly surge in my mind.

This reminded me of the very first time I experienced that kind of feeling. Facing the first exam in high school, needless to say, full of nervous and wanted to prepare for the best. On the weekend before the exam, I went to the main library of Kaohsiung and stayed at grandpa's home for one night (since my house is one and a half hours from the library, and I want to maximize the time for study). Geographically locked myself, a little bit far away from home. I don't know why, but for me, it likes a variant of a picnic, with a sense of achievement from "hard-working". Or in my own word, pathological superior. Anyway, at that period, I was pretty addicted to that kind of preparation. (well, after the sense of freshness ebbed and found studying at home actually save more time, I soon gave up that habit). All in all, the schedule on Tuesday was almost the same, both formal and emotional. Library, homework, alone.

I have to say, after graduating from high school, especially having such a long winter vacation, I found my attention and working tempo was a shadow of my former self. But this is another story.