Regarding Pressure

So. It probably would make sense at some point to mention a few things about me. Namely, who I am in a general sense of the word.

Who I am at the moment is a high school senior attending an overly competitive Minneapolis independent school with fewer than 48 hours to go until I submit my first college applications. I also have fewer than two months before my entire academic performance more or less tanks (or maybe not? it'll be interesting…from the looks of things, I'll be missing a solid amount of classes with my friend the frame). Simply put, my expectations for myself are high. Way too high.

At which point it makes sense to mention the first major impact my friend the frame has had on my life. This thing has added so much pressure to my interior expectations for myself. It has added a ticking time bomb to the timeline of my accomplishments.

T-3 months.

T-2 months.

And so on.

What happens when the timer reaches zero, I have no clue (I mean, I sort of know—I'll be put under general anesthesia, wheeled into the operating room and have a frame placed on/in my leg). But what I'll do with it on…well, therein lies the interesting bit.

I don't know what I'll do with the frame on.

Which is why, at the moment, I'm determined to push myself past pushing. Seize the moments I have left for academic performance. Go—go—go—go. Dominate these next seven weeks (or however many it actually is). Build up a reserve of goodwill.

Less than two months and counting.

I wish I could just relax.