Exhaling
an exasperated sigh, she turned to the screen again, reining in her distracted
thoughts reminding herself for the nth time that this submission was due today.
Two years into architecture, she thought she would have known the sort of work
these design submissions required, yet alas here she was again greeting the
morning sun with a grim expression. Drinking the last dregs of her already cold
coffee, her mind wandered, tinged with the lack of sleep. Was this the right
path for her? Was she suited to architecture? And finally, but most foremost,
was she happy?
