Around three months ago, I took on a couple of challenges:
– started tutoring Math,
– became a supplemental instructor for college algebra
– enrolled in Calculus
– enrolled in a 200 Bio class
At first, I was excited. I enjoyed the challenge. Juggling around with my time, making sure to be proactive. But as time went by, the “love” started to fade. It started getting hard. I started having second thoughts. I don’t need a challenge. I can live a mundane life. Not.
With motivation from family, friends, and peers, I kept on rolling .
Finally, the semester ended. Although, I still don’t know my results, but I feel elated. I achieved a sense of achievement that is better than getting an A( on a side note: getting A is awesome!).