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Sunday, April 11, 2010
Senioritis Rears Its Ugly, Procrastinating Head Again
The longer I'm in school, the harder it is to care.
I know what you're all thinking.
"Blah blah blah, education is important, blah blah blah having a degree will open opportunities,"
"You need an education to get a good job!" blah blah blah.
Blah. Poop.
Yeah. I used to agree with all that.
Not only will I not have a job when I graduate, but I won't be getting those sweet, sweet grants anymore.
And loans will be due! Oh Merciful God!
I have to admit, it's been stressing me out. Just a bit.
All these years of education with no real prospects in sight begs the question: WHY?
What am I going to do for a career?
How the hell am I going to make money?
I know I got myself into this mess with my lofty goals of saving the world with a liberal arts degree.
Now I just want to sell out. Sell my soul to the devil, Christ I just want to work a shitty 9-5er now.
I'd even settle for what we all in college fear: Working in a boring, office cubicle/prison.
For a soul-less, god-less, evil corporation.
I don't care. Idealism be damned, I just want a little bit of stability at this point in my life.
Oh yeah, back to my original point: Senioritis.
It's true, boys and girls. Senioritis is real. And it WILL happen to you.
It's truly amazing.
My aversion to all things scholastic has rapidly turned into complete and utter denial.
Denial of finals. Denial of the four giant goddamned papers I have to write in three weeks.
Three weeks is plenty of time, right?
Right?
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I wish I had some advice for you, but I don’t. I am completely empathetic towards your plight, and I’m only a Junior! The thought of even coming back to the U of A next semester makes me want to crawl into my bed and hide under the covers. I don’t know how bad it’s gotten for you, but I’m at the point now where when I walk to class I look at the students who pass me by and think to myself how much I hate them and I want them to rot and die. I continually visualize an airplane crashing and wiping out everything form the Library to the Administration Building to Old Main. But then I realized that I don’t think one plane could do that, and I don’t really want anyone to lose their lives, I just want this semester to be ended abruptly and for me not to have to take my finals. I don’t even care about getting an A in any of my classes at this point, I just want to pass them so I don’t feel like I completely wasted my loan money. Perhaps things would be better if I had any clue what I wanted to do with my life when I get out of this shithole. I officially dropped out of the journalism major, and I have no clue what to do with myself next semester so I’m just gonna take upper division level classes that sound interesting cuz I know I’ll need some to graduate in wherever I end up. I guess the only thing to remind yourself is that it doesn’t matter so much what your major is, what matters most is that you actually have that Bachelors Degree. Still, I wouldn’t mind at this point moving south of the border and selling things to American tourists on the beach.
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