It’s summer! Carefree and happy days ahead!
No. Not when you have to figure out what classes you are taking in the fall. I just finished a hellish semester of school and to be honest, I am burned out after that one semester. I mean, part of the reason why it was more difficult than starting a Lindsay Lohan Appreciation Club is because I took a year off and forgot how to be an Academic in that time.
My professors continually berated me for my colloquialisms in my formal writing and were generally unhappy with my academic performance. I tried, I really did! But academia just does not hold a candle to my true passion in life: writing funny things on my blog for my
millions of readers’ mom’s enjoyment. I like to think that my writing has grown because of my blog but to be honest, it has introduced an informality into my prose that I just can’t seem to shake. I hope my future employers are okay with emoticons and an excessive use of cat pictures to illustrate points.
I digress. I only have two classes to go before I get my Bachelor’s and I’ve been scouring classes online using search keywords like “finger painting” and “watching reality tv” and “lesbian cults.” So far, I have found no classes matching those search terms, which is a shame.
Picking classes is sort of like choosing which way I want to be tortured. US history or the stretching table? Linguistics or … I don’t know any other torture devices from the Medieval period, I apologize. (Maybe I should take a class in it?)
I really do like learning but I don’t like being told how to do it and when. OKAY, MOM?!!
Yeah, I was that kid in kindergarten who was told to draw a cat and I drew the best damn dog I could muster with my rudimentary fine motor skills. I’m just a rebel, I guess.
I am resigned to my fate and know that I must complete my college education so I can get a job or something like that. Although being 30 and living with my parents does sound tempting, I do feel the pull of independence tugging at my heart-strings (but not my wallet-strings). Sorry, Dad. I know that you will miss me calling out your hypocrisy and making you feel smart when I can’t answer obscure US history questions but my stay at home is not going to last forever.