Random Thing I Will Probably Miss in the Future:
Sleeping on the quad lawns after they've been freshly mowned, listening to the carillion playing (shittily, mind you) random songs, having pretty decent coffee nearby. The city in the background.
Some days ago, I was rewarded for my honest to god decent effort at an essay with gloriously high marks. So that felt nice. The scary part was how much I needed it -- the feedback that I am, indeed, contrary to constant everyday fear of otherwise, quite smart. It's that nagging anxiety that I don't have any other redeeming qualities save for my ability to think quite deeply holistically about a subject.
I read a meme some time ago about hating yourself, but feeling like you're better than everyone else. That's me.
THINGS I WILL NOT MISS:
ESSAYS.
I FUCKING HATE ESSAYS. Except for philosophy essays. All law essays can just go die in corner somewhere. I've never written a law essay that did not feel pointless and tedious. Contracts was alright, though. At least it was challenging. And part of me is again smug that I did better than most people. I need to kill this part of me.
I need a job again. I've been volunteering for a while now, but I think it's high time for me to start looking for a paralegal gig.
Things I maybe miss:
Had a waff of the smell of Adam's shampoo nearby. Do I miss my ex? No.
Maybe a bit, but it was never going to work out so at least I can look back fondly on the memories. The sex was nice. He had a nice dick. There. Hah.
Some days ago, I was rewarded for my honest to god decent effort at an essay with gloriously high marks. So that felt nice. The scary part was how much I needed it -- the feedback that I am, indeed, contrary to constant everyday fear of otherwise, quite smart. It's that nagging anxiety that I don't have any other redeeming qualities save for my ability to think quite deeply holistically about a subject.
I read a meme some time ago about hating yourself, but feeling like you're better than everyone else. That's me.
THINGS I WILL NOT MISS:
ESSAYS.
I FUCKING HATE ESSAYS. Except for philosophy essays. All law essays can just go die in corner somewhere. I've never written a law essay that did not feel pointless and tedious. Contracts was alright, though. At least it was challenging. And part of me is again smug that I did better than most people. I need to kill this part of me.
I need a job again. I've been volunteering for a while now, but I think it's high time for me to start looking for a paralegal gig.
Things I maybe miss:
Had a waff of the smell of Adam's shampoo nearby. Do I miss my ex? No.
Maybe a bit, but it was never going to work out so at least I can look back fondly on the memories. The sex was nice. He had a nice dick. There. Hah.