Classes...
Only 11 of my credits transfered. Bastards. At least I don't have to retake English 101...
What the hell am I doing back in school? I've already spent 600 dollars, which is but a small chip off of the gi-fucking-normous sum of money I'm going to be paying. Work alone leaves me drained at times, do I really need to add waking up in the morning to go to classes? It's going to be cold in January!
I'm nervous.
After spinning my wheels for nearly 4 yours, having them in motion feels beyond foreign, and I know now that I have no more excuses. I must progress past this me, and into the one that I will be when I die.
But isn't that sort of a death in and of itself?
Goodbye nighttime...
What the hell am I doing back in school? I've already spent 600 dollars, which is but a small chip off of the gi-fucking-normous sum of money I'm going to be paying. Work alone leaves me drained at times, do I really need to add waking up in the morning to go to classes? It's going to be cold in January!
I'm nervous.
After spinning my wheels for nearly 4 yours, having them in motion feels beyond foreign, and I know now that I have no more excuses. I must progress past this me, and into the one that I will be when I die.
But isn't that sort of a death in and of itself?
Goodbye nighttime...