hating school
I borrowed Tuesdays With Morrie from Liz. It's a very interesting book and at the moment it's making me feel like school shouldn't matter so much. I have a feeling that's not the intention of the book though. I want to put school on hold and go out and explore things, be able to check off some of the things on my to-do list of life (because I really do have one). Or if I still did have to go to classes, not to be concerned with the tests and papers and just sit and enjoy listening to professors talk about what they know. I like listening to Kennedy talk about Chaucer and British literature because she knows so much about it. But when I have to take a test on it and try to analyze certain passages of poems I don't so much anymore. Or when I'm frantically scribbling down chemistry notes and not listening to the extra information the professor adds on top of it, I want to throw my notebook down and walk away. And other times I just wish I could do some form of manual labor, like mowing lawns, so that at the end of the day I could come home and have a sense of satisfaction with my job. I like working working, not just memorizing dates and trying to develop an opinion about a text written a million years ago.
I don't have time to think about all of this even though that's all I want to do.
I don't have time to think about all of this even though that's all I want to do.