Plea #44: My classes begin tomorrow.
I know them to be no more evil than is necessary, and yet I face only dread in their wake.
I always do.
I know they're never as arduous as my mind makes them out to be, and yet my mind persists in its mission to forge them into colossi.
It's as though my mind were split into separate parts, one my own; Rational, reasonable, logical, and the other completely detached; emotional, impulsive, and irrational.
I wish it weren't.
If nothing else, it'd make sleeping much easier.
But my schooling is inevitable. The relief from its wrath came and went as all things do.
Time is a cunning thief...
Robbing you of your moments most valuable, leaving you only with what isn't worth its weight to carry.
Maybe this time I'll find something worth looking forward to in my education...
Though I fear the odds haven't been in my favor thus far.
If nothing else, these classes boost my confidence in my abilities...
Perhaps, by the time they reach their end, my shoulders will be prepared to bear the kingdom's impending weight...

Or so one hopes...