Gumption
Here I am, the prodigal daughter of Internet Blogging returning for a short period of time to release a few tense forces that have been building up inside of me since the year started.
I've been trying to stay afloat by constructing slap-shod short stories that never really make any sense or by sketching in the random spaces that hover over my class handouts. There's recognizable progress but I'm not too sure.
My odd propensity of conjuring names for my yet-to-be born children strikes me as an odd occurrence but I don't bother fighting it.
All this, I suspect - is my psyche's way of protecting me from going insane because of my college. Its dictatorial methods are often laughable, providing me some form of leisure during the rainy days of August. Like say, enrichment classes that were begun WITHOUT PRIOR CONSULTATION OR CONSENT of both the students and their PAYING PARENTS.
The predictability of their actions often bore me.
What I have also observed amongst the student body -- is that there seems to be a viscous coat of passivity clogging up their freedom of speech and public assembly. I can curse, rant and throw murderous glares at random underclassmen but nothing seems to faze them.
The University may be 396 going on 400 but you certainly aren't!
Sometimes I wonder, what would have happened if I'd gone to UP instead.
I've been trying to stay afloat by constructing slap-shod short stories that never really make any sense or by sketching in the random spaces that hover over my class handouts. There's recognizable progress but I'm not too sure.
My odd propensity of conjuring names for my yet-to-be born children strikes me as an odd occurrence but I don't bother fighting it.
All this, I suspect - is my psyche's way of protecting me from going insane because of my college. Its dictatorial methods are often laughable, providing me some form of leisure during the rainy days of August. Like say, enrichment classes that were begun WITHOUT PRIOR CONSULTATION OR CONSENT of both the students and their PAYING PARENTS.
The predictability of their actions often bore me.
What I have also observed amongst the student body -- is that there seems to be a viscous coat of passivity clogging up their freedom of speech and public assembly. I can curse, rant and throw murderous glares at random underclassmen but nothing seems to faze them.
The University may be 396 going on 400 but you certainly aren't!
Sometimes I wonder, what would have happened if I'd gone to UP instead.