[Insert Charlie Brown noise Here...Aaaaaaaaargh!]
I start the semester with good intentions..."Oooh, I'm not going to skip school at all this semester, I'll be good!" That lasts for about a week, maybe two. Then that turns into, "Oh, I'll skip just this ONCE!"(I think you can pretty much picture where this is going now, huh? You're smart!) Finally, it turns into "Oh, we just had a test yesterday, so we aren't doing anything today." Which, my friends, leads us to the grand finale of waking up, looking over at my alarm clock ,and going "hmmm,..NAAAAAH!" and pulling the covers back up over my head.
Some days, I just plain HATE college. I'm burnt out, I'm done...NO MORE! I sometimes converse with myself: a typical conversation:
Crazy Ryan: "ooooh, I have an AA degree, and an ALMOST Criminal Justice degree..that should be enough,right?I can finish my CJ degree later!"
Rational Ryan: "Oh, stop, you are almost done! Suck it up, stick it out...Just finish..."
But then Crazy Ryan reminds the Rational Ryan that they still have another 2 years after this to get my Anthropology degree...Both Ryan's start to panic and overload! Then I take an Aleve and lay down, for I have given myself a headache...Then the cycle repeats, about every few days...
School is a pain...papers, tests, presentations, discussions...rinse, wash, and repeat. Day after day, week after week. I have never had so many presentations in my classes before...but now I have presentations in ALL 5 FREAKIN' CLASSES! HOLY CRAP!
They all want me to talk...I don't want to talk! I want them to talk to MEEEE! That is what I am paying them for, right? I don't want to hear myself talk, I know what myself is going to say and frankly, it bores me! I want THEM to tell me about politics, and government, and how prisons are run, and the different theories that explain crime. Tell ME about it, professor, do not make me tell you, for I have nothing intelligent to say, and you will just give me a look as if to say "Oh, she is so nice, but just a little..ok, A LOT, retarded!"
As for Psychology of Dreams...PUHLEEEEEEASE! Don't get me started...I don't even want to think about that right now...
I'm ready to go insane! Crap is piling up, I have 3 books I need to read at one time, papers and presentations out the kazoo...I just want to be lazy, and say "Fukitol, I'm going to Australia!"...I can picture it now:
Dear Mom,
Moved to Australia to keep from going crazy! No forwarding address!
Leave me alone,
Your loving, and burnt-out daughter
Can't I just get to my career making big bucks thing without all of this college stuff? It is just so overrated!
My head is going to explode in.....3...2...1...
BOOM!