All the Euphoria you get upon being a finalist, I promise you, none can be compared to the misery you'd face at the later stages, especially if your project supervisor isn't loved at home. To put it it frankly, if your supervisor happens to be a woman. Best belive you're cooked!.
*Tides*
Life sometimes feels like this
water up to the chest,
breathing carefully so it doesn’t slip away.
No dramatic storm,
just the quiet weight of responsibilities,
expectations,
and the fear of failing where others believe you’ll succeed.
There are days you smile above
the surface
while inside you are calculating survival
how to pay, how to pass, how to endure.
The world sees calm water;
it doesn’t see the struggle
happening underneath your ribs.
But still, you remain.
Not because it is easy,
not because you are unafraid,
but because ...