I can't seem to tell the difference between survival and living. On very platonic terms, survival is waking up early so that you are in time to catch the bus to college, and living is waking up early to spend time talking to parents before they leave home. Beyond that, I do not remember what life used to be like in April-May when I had loads of time and no deadlines to meet.
And now I have time, assignments but I know I can handle them. Have I learnt to survive such a morbid lifestyle or is it that I am living? I know I enjoy all of what I am doing, or am asked to do.

But the evaluations put me off. Sigh.

Bring it on I say.