June 19th is the last day until Summer break for my college, East-West University. It cannot get here quickly enough, and I'm already turning into a lazy ol' Snorlax woman trying not to just throw in the towel with all of my classes. Which, honestly, is amazing because I pulled some pretty decent grades for midterm. So it's not like I don't care anymore, it's just that...er...I kinda enjoy being in bed with my tablet ruining my hands and eyes playing various apps and ordering from Amazon all day. I enjoy the comfort of Prince crooning in my ear whilst I scroll down Tumblr lane, or proofread somebody's work for a freelance job. Long story short:
I know, I know. That's terrible. Here I am at this "final destination" school that's perfect for people who don't have a lot of dough, but have decent grades. A school that focuses on your major without packing on a lot of classes you don't need. That's why I like this school so much--they work in quarters, I'm learning the SAME stuff I was learning at Roosevelt, but without 3000 being bled from my pocketbook per semester. It sounds like a great thing.
I think that it's the stress of one of my classes that's driving me crazy. The talkative younger students in a couple of my classes isn't helping, either. It's all an annoying casserole that I'm ready to scrape in to the trash, so that I can skip off into summer where fitness, seasonal jobs, and time with my grandmother await. Where home repair jobs with my dad are calling, tasty summer booze is cooling on the porch, and all my hippie blouses are flowing in the warm winds.
At a snail's pace, probably. I still have to work hard, get to class on time, and contend with everything in-between. It's about as appealing as a .jpg file saved in MS Paint. (which is NOT appealing, thank you very nice. They have those icky low-res spots all over 'em.) As usual, I will weather through with lots of daimoku, lots of elbow grease I never thought I had, and the goal of the 19th on my mind. However, the moment I'm free and the grades are posted......
I plan on running down the block butt naked at 5 AM that day, screaming about sweet freedom.
Anything but school!
I know, I know. That's terrible. Here I am at this "final destination" school that's perfect for people who don't have a lot of dough, but have decent grades. A school that focuses on your major without packing on a lot of classes you don't need. That's why I like this school so much--they work in quarters, I'm learning the SAME stuff I was learning at Roosevelt, but without 3000 being bled from my pocketbook per semester. It sounds like a great thing.
I think that it's the stress of one of my classes that's driving me crazy. The talkative younger students in a couple of my classes isn't helping, either. It's all an annoying casserole that I'm ready to scrape in to the trash, so that I can skip off into summer where fitness, seasonal jobs, and time with my grandmother await. Where home repair jobs with my dad are calling, tasty summer booze is cooling on the porch, and all my hippie blouses are flowing in the warm winds.
When is June 19th going to get here?!
At a snail's pace, probably. I still have to work hard, get to class on time, and contend with everything in-between. It's about as appealing as a .jpg file saved in MS Paint. (which is NOT appealing, thank you very nice. They have those icky low-res spots all over 'em.) As usual, I will weather through with lots of daimoku, lots of elbow grease I never thought I had, and the goal of the 19th on my mind. However, the moment I'm free and the grades are posted......
I plan on running down the block butt naked at 5 AM that day, screaming about sweet freedom.