As my first week flew by, it was wonderful, extravagant, and more than I could’ve imagined Spain to be for me. I met new friends, thoroughly enjoy my classes (although, I haven’t experienced four hours of class a day since high school, so that’s most definitely an adjustment), ventured around the city, went out at night, got my fix of shopping in for the week, and visited Segovia.
As the week came to a close, I had to begin studying for my upcoming management exam, which I studied for a continuous eight hours once I woke up on Sunday after about five hours of sleep. To say the least, that was a bad idea.
Waking up on Monday, I felt it in my gut that something was off, that inexplicable feeling you get when you know you’re only hours away from feeling worse than ever. Once I woke up from my typical after class siesta, that’s when I knew my gut feeling was right. As physically exhausted as I was, I knew there was no way I was about to let myself get even more sick. I dragged myself to the pharmacy across the street and asked the woman up front to give me whatever she recommended to get rid of this as fast as possible.
Not only is my lack of motivation to study for this exam already an issue as someone who is a pretty good student, this sickness feels like it has sucked all of the energy out of me.
However, even in such circumstances, I find myself not being able to be too upset. Regardless of what happens, I’m still in Spain, and, as I would like to say, “living my best life.” I’m going to choose to look at this as a blessing since now my lack of motivation is pushed to the side, as I’m staying in and studying.
Until next time,