Everyone's going to school, and it's starting to get me a little down. I want to go to college. I want to write a paper. I want homework. I'm not even joking. It's pathetic. Maybe it comes down to the theme that's been revolving around my life for a while: I want a purpose. I want something more out of life than going to work, coming home, and then going to bed.
I will go back eventually and get my dumb English major that I don't know what I'll do with yet. But for now I just have to sit back and listen to friends talk about how much homework they have and their finals coming up... then I can laugh at them. It's weird, but I kinda miss the adrenaline rush that comes from putting off a paper until the last minute. I once started a seven page reserch paper at seven am the morning it was due. I did the reserch and everything then too. I'm such a procrastinator.
Okay, so I don't necessarily miss the boring reading assignments, and I know I definitely don't miss getting up early. But I do miss writing papers. I love the accomplished feeling that comes with getting an A or even a B on something. I miss school supplies. Every year I go out and buy fun new folders and notebooks, really fancy mechanical pencils, brightly colored pens to take notes, and a backpack if it's needed. I love pretending to feel organized with all this crap. I don't know, once I go back I'll probably wonder, why on earth did I miss this again? But for right now it's just hard to watch all my friends skip off to class and not be a part of it.
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