If life were a subject

She was having a wonderful skiing trip. By booking the hotel on discount 3 months prior to her trip, buying the ski pass and transportation from a discount company, and asking her parents to pay for the rest, she had managed to stay at the most luxurious hotel of the mountain. Of course she couldn't afford eating out three times a day, so she bought some food at the closest convince store and ate at her bedroom looking out through the window to watch the skiers go by. What a life. Enjoying a short holiday with her sister, living the life she never dreamt of. As a matter of fact, she had seen that same hotel advertised once on tele and imagined only the rich and famous could ever be there. But she was there, and she was neither rich or famous. 

Last night she had gone swimming when it was already pitch black to one of the jacuzzis that were outside. Snow kept falling on her hair and on her shoulders. After some time it didn't even feel cold anymore. Staring at the black sky, at the golden bright Christmas lights decorating the trees around, looking at the water fuming, she felt happy. She got out, shivering and laughing from the feeling of being outside, mid-winter, all wet and in a swimming suit. She got changed and went out for a drink. Came back to her hotel, slept, woke up, and after reading an email from her colleague, she only had one thought in mind: 

"Sometimes I feel like I'm failing life. Like if there was someone watching me, the person in charge of giving me my grade, and that person knew I was already failing miserably because I'm doing it all wrong. Somehow I just haven't done all the assignments and lectures for this subject. I should be in my office working. I'm just going to fail in life".