As We Go On, We'll Remember

Oh, graduation. How close you are, yet so far away. I can't wait to be able to reach out, grasp you with both hands and wrench you towards me, so all of this waiting can be over. I'm tired of homework, of tests to study for, and books unread because I have boring ones to get through. I'm tired of slacking off and reading those books anyway and walking into class unprepared because I value the now much more than the then. I'm tired of losing two hours everyday because I have to drive that long each way just to get to classes I'm tired of going to. I'm tired of losing sleep because no matter how I try, I always end up having to get up before my body wants to let me. I'm tired of putting out no effort and succeeding, then trying my hardest and it doesn't even matter. I'm tired of organizing me around others' plans for me. I'm tired of walking around and seeing better clothes than mine and being shallow enough to care. I'm tired of being cheated out of money promised to me because someone else can't get their act together. I'm tired of worrying about having enough money because I have classes (that I have to pay for, thanks to the aforementioned act-apart someone) so I can't work more than a couple days a week, and losing out on money that could ease my worries. I'm tired of trying to remember everything my professors tell me so that I don't forget an assignment or the answer to the question on the test. I'm tired of feeling like none of it is worth it. I'm tired of looking for a job related to what I want to do and seeing as a requirement experience and a degree, a degree I'm so close to getting, but that doesn't count yet.

And I'm just tired. April 27th cannot come fast enough. 81 days to go.

Comments

  1. StephenFebruary 7, 2012 at 7:21 PM

    I think I've finally gotten over kicking myself for not staying and finishing as you are. I am extremely proud of you and your effort is not un-noticed (and I don’t mean just by me ;-). There is someone who sees all and no good deed goes unpunished…

    Shall we lay odds on how long it is before you wish you could go back to school?

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  2. AnonymousFebruary 8, 2012 at 4:20 PM

    No, let's not. I think I'd lose... =D

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