The life and times of a super-senior single college undergraduate:
I think I'm to the point where it really isn't procrastination anymore. It's apathy. A devil-may-care disregard for my grades because I've been in school since I was 5 and I'm almost 26. I've been on Dean's list, I've been on Honor Roll and I've sat through award ceremonies. I have taken more classes than I can remember and the teachers are a bit of a blur. I'm loosing the ability to summon the fuck I should give about another anonymous research paper that will be lost in some drawer. I just... don't care anymore. I want to do something different. I'm wondering what I'm heading towards that I need this much instruction. The only true uses I can think of would be Jeopardy contestant or wandering monk. I want a job I can leave at the door and that hurts no one. I want a significant other who greets me and helps wash dishes. I want to be one hell of a mother to a small, but polite, flock of kids. I want to never have to walk in a lecture hall again unless I'm speaking and getting paid. At the moment mostly, I want to have graduated last semester. And someone to soundly shag. Actually... forget the graduating part. Please. Someone. Fuck me.
