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I am but fourteen days away from the county I spent six years calling home. Yea!
This week, next week, and the week after will be a living hell though. Some are even comparing it to the dreaded 1st Semester Race from our senior years. While I don't see it as quite as evil, I won't gloss it over for you. These three weeks are no walk in the park.
You see, in college, you have to balance everything for yourself. You have choices and freedom. This should be a good thing. A glorious thing. And at times it is, but not now. These are the days that you wish you had the structure of high school life. You knew when school was starting and when school was ending, and your parents weren't about to let you out of the house if you had yet to study for your exams. Structure is a glorious thing, Sweetheart. In college, the development of structure is left up to you, and after fourteen years of schooling, you throw the thought of building layouts away and run around trying to rid your life of monotony. Mistake! Finals week begins to shine on you in the darkest of lights, and you begin searching your drawers for the plans you threw out so many weeks before. Now your calendar is filled to the brim with parties, meetings, club outings, appointments, television programs, comedy troupes, sports, and movie releases. The balance is thrown off by the dawning of exams and you're lost. You begin plugging in the exam dates and assignments and projects; start deleting anything that doesn't appear academic for fear of failing after so long. Your new home becomes the library with coffee as your only fuel source. Sweats and flip-flops, the new fashion. And though every single person around you is going though the same way, you feel alone. You lash out at others for their supposedly amazing exam schedule or preparedness. You cling to the fun you can by actually hosting cram parties and all-night trips to the dining halls. You begin to see examinations as big events with chances to see friends or to really see how far you can push the boundaries of your pen. Is it really possible to take every exam with just one? Is it possible for sweat to smell of vanilla bean? Does marking C down the middle guarantee anything? And then it's over. You look back at yourself in the mirror and wonder when you last bothered to shower or even cared about personal hygiene. Your stomach growls and you have to think about the last time you had a substantial meal. You want to shower. You want to eat something. You want to pack for home. But all you can do is look at your bed and wonder if anyone else can hear it calling you. You don't care. You go for it. Kicking off your flip-flops, you run for the bed and bury yourself in the sheets. The sweet bliss of cheap sheets...
But anyway, I'm fourteen days away from home.
*small over dramatic rant. |
| | Posted 11/30/2007 4:47 PM - 20 views - 0 comments
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