Den ny mål.
Okay, so I am taking nineteen hours at PJC, just so I can be done with it in May and walk out of there with an Associates of the Arts degree that will have taken me four fucking years to get. I swear this degree, and my college experience in general, has been like a fleeting mistress, ever-so capable of eluding me. But anyway, I am going to apply to several colleges and universities outside of the 'booming Pensacola metropolis,' in the hope that one or all of them would be so generous as to give me a chance to excel. I hope I get into George Mason, in Alexandria, VA because that would be the most genuine 'going home,' experience - like the not-so prodigal son has returned to town. Plus I imagine I could talk my uncle into letting me live in his house in Arlington which is only eighteen miles away. Plus, I'm pretty sure if I move away, my friends, you'd have to consider a life worth living with me not in it. Because once I get out of here, I'm gone. I'm not making the same 'Tallahassee' mistake. Oh, and when I get this elusive A.A. degree, there will be a party, full with revelry and discourse and fun. Mark my words.