There’s a time in every study abroad student’s semester when they must put their wandering, travel heart aside, and focus.
I understand this is the whole reason I’m in England, but what. a. drag. How does anyone expect me to study when I’m a two hour train ride away from Paris? When the sun is finally shining in dreary-weather England? When I haven’t had any homework in almost six months?
It’s probably an even harder task than when I’ve been focused on homework all semester and the final is simply a cultivation of my work. This way, it’s my one chance to shine or flop.
If only two worlds could collide – study sesh on some gorgeous rooftop terrace.
A girl can dream, right?