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Mar 7, 2006

I am so sick of college.

It's my fault for getting jobs I actually like. I get to work and I feel like there's a purpose to everything I'm doing. I can see tangible results for my efforts, and the work itself is enjoyable mental exercise. I look forward to 40 hours a week elbow-deep in Quark and HTML, and I can't wait for my paltry 12 hours of classes to end.

It's not even that they're bad classes. In fact, they're all pretty fun -- except when my creative writing teacher goes to Costa Rica and the sub spends the entire 3-hour class bitching at us for our lack of preparation right after she left all our stories at home. Yeah, that one doesn't count.

But if not for the all-important scrap of paper they're saving up for next spring, I would ditch school in a moment and pursue some of the things I'm really passionate about. My career, music, some real writing projects -- once I get out of the university time-deprivation cycle, the opportunities are just going to stack up.

But alas, I am still a junior. There's more than a year of this to go. It's going to be really hard to drag myself back to classes after a summer of internship bliss, but somehow I have to do it.
Nick ::: 8:17 PM ::: 5 comments

5 Comments:

Have you talked to Clarke about this? She feels the same way. Surely the two of you ought to be able to come up with some way to beat the system. Meanwhile Drew and I are going halfsies on the Harold Bloom Anthology (read: never leaving school). Well, I shouldn't speak for Drew like that.

By  Daniel, at 6:30 AM  

Nick, how is it possible that we are the same major and you are so excited about going into The Real World and I am dreading it like crazy, certain I'll be living in a shoebox on some desolate corner in Jersey City?

By  Amy, at 11:02 AM  

ive got 22 weekdays left until im done :x

By  Anonymous, at 11:16 PM  

Daniel, maybe Clarke and I can run off and make money while you and Drew finish off our degrees for us. Then we can share some of the moolah with you and you use it as startup capital to co-write the great american stage play.

Amy, it's because I'm a designer. As a writer, you probably WILL be living in a shoebox for a few years.

Robert, I haven't counted the days because I'm afraid to discover such a deressingly huge number.

By  Nick, at 2:04 PM  

Nick, I'm down. We'll do Daniel and Drew a favor and make lots of money and come back to the "theater" and "save it." The little theater people need all the help they can get, you know.

By  Anonymous, at 11:07 PM  

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