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 382 hours of homework, had to pass up 47 phat concerts, and all I got was this 1 lousy tee shirt."
For a long time I toyed with the idea of becoming a professional student. Being hyper educated and over qualified for any job would not be the worse thing in the world. However, this whole paying someone to do what is equivalent to a full time job for X number of years is truly debilitating. As such I think I might take a brief hiatus in my pursuit of copious amounts of useless knowledge for at least a semester.
My ultimate goal: Jeopardy. But for now, game shows can wait.
For all work and no play makes Jack an erudite, albeit droll adolescent.
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 382 hours of homework, had to pass up 47 phat concerts, and all I got was this 1 lousy tee shirt."
For a long time I toyed with the idea of becoming a professional student. Being hyper educated and over qualified for any job would not be the worse thing in the world. However, this whole paying someone to do what is equivalent to a full time job for X number of years is truly debilitating. As such I think I might take a brief hiatus in my pursuit of copious amounts of useless knowledge for at least a semester.
My ultimate goal: Jeopardy. But for now, game shows can wait.
For all work and no play makes Jack an erudite, albeit droll adolescent.
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