This love is killing me...
"On the first day of college, a bright-faced, spry young man saunters into the office of his university's student newspaper. Seeking a job and a lifetime of memories, he requests an interview.
"Days later, a phone call signals that he'd be granted that five-minute gap to make his pitch for a permanent position. With time not on his side, the young man receives a call weeks later saying he had been hired.
"Rejoice, smiles and happy times soon follow. The end."
That's where I would've liked to have ended my fairy tale with The Temple News. But this semester, under this tyrannical reign, under this immense pressure to be someone's puppy dog, I almost can't take it.
I want out. I really do. But I don't want to be labeled a quitter. I don't want to be the one friends point their fingers at. I don't want to be forgotten. I don't want my three-and-a-half years here to be for naught. It's turned into a nightmare.
I don't want that. But I want to be happy. I don't think there can be a compromise here. Something's got to give.
"Days later, a phone call signals that he'd be granted that five-minute gap to make his pitch for a permanent position. With time not on his side, the young man receives a call weeks later saying he had been hired.
"Rejoice, smiles and happy times soon follow. The end."
That's where I would've liked to have ended my fairy tale with The Temple News. But this semester, under this tyrannical reign, under this immense pressure to be someone's puppy dog, I almost can't take it.
I want out. I really do. But I don't want to be labeled a quitter. I don't want to be the one friends point their fingers at. I don't want to be forgotten. I don't want my three-and-a-half years here to be for naught. It's turned into a nightmare.
I don't want that. But I want to be happy. I don't think there can be a compromise here. Something's got to give.