Friday October 17, 2014

every night i tell myself i am the cosmos, i am the wind

i thought when i started school again that i would be presented with all manner of hilarious anecdotes about “the youth” and how far removed from their experiences i have become in the years since i was last there.

apparently that’s not going to happen.

in fact, this time around my experience is very similar to what it once was: i go to class, i participate, i occasionally say a couple words to some classmates afterward, and then i go about my day. i was never really a part of undergraduate life in the past. i don’t have any friends from college to speak of (save one, though that was a coincidence later on), and i guess i don’t see myself making any this time around, either. which is fine, really.

i’ve had a couple quizzes, one of which was a pop quiz on which i possibly got 2/3 points. the other one, i think i may have answered the question correctly. i’ve had a paper that i have zero confidence in, though i suppose it will turn out ok. as a few of my friends have said, my work is being compared to people who make christmas trees out of keystone light cans and do massive bong rips in their free time, so i have that going for me.

i don’t know if anybody is keeping track, but i may very well be busier than i have ever been. it’s not helping.

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