How am I Going to Keep My Composure?

Western Technical College will be arriving at its eight week midterm this next Tuesday. To be very honest, I am excited and scared all at the same time. I have never done this well in school, and I feel like I could lose that motivation and drive at any moment. I need that special spark to keep me running, but I just don't know how I am going to get it. How do other successful students do it? Do they just clinch their teeth and get down in the dumps cause they can't go out..... and they have to doom themselves to their study books? I feel like there should be a easier way to to get through school, but I hardly believe it. Why does it seem that everyone else can go out all the time? UGH! I have so many unanswered questions. Maybe I need some time to forget about school one day and do whatever I want. Oh but wait, I don't have a single day off during the week, not even on the weekends. Are there any answers to my crazy questions?

Fayze's Of Downtown La Crosse

As I wrap my apron around my gurgling stomach, urning for breakfast myself, I am eager to make some fast cash for the week, and to come and serve the ever so hungry city of La Crosse. The first table I attend to is already whispering about what might fancy their taste buds. I greet them with a chipper hello, and offer our unique specials. An elderly man sitting at the table grumbles for some coffee, and the elderly woman ever so rudely says "tea for me". I nod my head and walk back to the clubhouse to do what they say. I pour the blistering hot coffee from the urn and run the steaming hot water for the tea. As I carry these two beverages on a small thin tray, other servers brush by me in a hurry to please their grateful and sometimes ungrateful customers. As I arrive back at the table, the old woman says "we will have our usual, and oh, by the way, split the order please." I timidly take the now useless menus from their hands and thank them for their order. When I turn my back, I can hear them placing their silver wear out in a distinct pattern and mumbling about the same complaints they had last week about their day as a retired couple. As I walked back to the computer in order to place their orders, I then realized that I not only got their order, but I also got a sense of exactly what I don't want to be like when I get old. If any one is reading this, hold me true to thy word.