In some stages of life, people ultimately grew up. Whether it was the notion that people were no longer children, or whether it was the notion that we must bear our responsibility. I was naive before. I used to believe that I didn't have to worry about my grades since I was smart enough to finish last-minute works. I wasn't going to hide it. The truth was-- I knew that I was smart. Ever since kindergarten, I was born in the teachers' and my peers' applauds. I was known as the smart kid. The smart kid who would eventually succeed. The smart kid who would overcome any difficulties. School was my stage where I shined. I outshone. And I knew it.
However, intelligence would never balance diligence. I indulged myself. I thought that I could make it without working hard. I was wrong. I survived my sophomore year with terrific grades without working my ass off. I could read a book every single week, yet my grades were impressive. I thought I could maintain my habits. I was wrong.
I never truly understand how wrong I am-- until now. I can't read a book every single week and expect to get straight A+s. I can't watch my favorite TV shows every single night and expect that I can finish my work on time.
It's time for me to grow up.
