Whatever hope I had of a successful social-life at campus, is long dead.

Work is piling up, and I have yet to compartmentalize it for my convenience. The days of ease are gone and I am now stuck in a maze of bewilderment. There is just too much that needs my concentration. It's either my only two friends during the ten-minute breather between classes, or not missing the name-call after the break ends. Those ten minutes end so fast! I always refuse to leave, of course. But, my refusals have had a toll on my friendship; my friends don't expect me to show up and when I do at the end, I'm given the cold shoulder.

There is competition. No one seems to threaten me, but underestimating people is a bad habit I've been trying to get rid of. So, I'll definitely not resort to it. I'll keep an eye out, as always, for the ones I have to be wary of.

Impressing the teachers is what I primarily devote my energy to. So far, my progress bar is stuck at zero. Taking assumptive measures for achieving destinations has not once been of fruit, so here's my Plan B: I guess I'll just do my best, without judging anyone—until the necessity comes knocking—and make sure that my teachers remember me.

Climbing up the social hierarchy is a fool's errand; specially for someone like me. What was I thinking? A gigantic selfie with my entire class? I don't even like selfies.

At times like these, one must do whatever is important. I think I have a pretty clear idea now, after being a failure yet again at being properly social, of what actually needs to be done and what doesn't.

Yay, you, life.