It's one of those days, those moments.

I just don't want to go for class. Exhaustion? Frustration? Dread? All of that and more.

The other part of my brain is trying to cheer me on:
"This is the last leg!"
"Just a few more classes, a few more months."
"Chin up, you can do it."

All the cliches my tired mind can muster to push my equally tired body.

Would be nice to head home, grab a nice meal, settle on a mediocre tv show and sleep. But instead, I have to feel insufferable and upset about spending the next few hours trying to absorb uninspiring information on the law while nibbling on an overpriced BreadTalk bun.