I hate that. Even now, I'm on spring break, and I know that I don't need to do anything for my classes, but I can't help but to think that there's something I should be working on. I think it might have something to do with my freshman year. I was going to an extremely prestigious school, most of my classmates were planning on going to schools like Stanford and Yale. The work load was intense and the grading scale was harsh, I barely squeaked by with low C's, which is unusual for a student like me. No matter what I did it was never enough, although towards the end of the year I was able to start picking out my mistakes. Although that was two years ago, I still get the feeling that what I'm doing isn't good enough and I should try harder, but now that I'm going to an easier school I hardly have to try at all. The anxiety of failing is still there, but the reasons for it are not.
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