You Don't Know Jack...
It is my last semester in school and I am at a loss. A loss of motivation, and a loss of direction. You know, I had always pictured myself as being particularly driven during this last stretch, nevertheless, I am just too tired. School is much like a marathon. Now I cannot say that I have ever run a marathon, however, I did a 13 mile jog once, and that was enough to get the gist of the thing. By the time you see those last two miles, it is not really that you are physically exhausted, it is more to the fact that you are tired of running. It gets a bit repetitive. As such, the massive amount of work I am pumping into school (with no tangible reward in sight) has me a bit worn at the edges. At least at the end of the marathon they give you a glass of gatorade and a crappy tee-shirt. When you finish college you are handed an empty diploma case and a big fat student loan bill. Bastards. I want them to give me a tee shirt that says "I went to college, accumulated 131 credit hours, did ...