I’m very impressed with myself. Last week was full of final exams—one on Monday, a take-home that I picked up and turned in 24 hours later, another exam on Thursday and a final paper for a writing class due Friday. And during that entire time, I didn’t write anything in here. Believe me, I wanted to. I could hear a little voice in the back of my head screaming, “Please, God, anything but this!!”
But I held strong. Back at Kenyon, finals week was always my most prolific time to write about… anything. As long as it didn’t involve reading or writing papers for class, I’d be in front of the computer rambling along about everything and nothing at all and why those little voices never stop talking when there are textbooks within eyeshot.
Thankfully, the torture is almost over. I have one more exam on Tuesday night and a take-home that I can turn in any time before Friday at 5:30. Life is much better now. Or at least it will be once my grades come back and I find out I haven’t flunked out of school yet. It’d be bad if I crashed and burned with one semester left in my law school career. Especially since my parents want to get rid of me as soon as possible.
But I’m not writing in here to bitch and moan about how if I do poorly in all of my classes, I’ll end up getting chloroformed and dumped into the inner city streets with no clothes on, just a big tattoo that reads, “Poor people suck!”—it’d be interesting to see how long someone could survive like that, but I’d rather not be the test subject, you know?
Nope, I’m writing in here because I want to take a moment to pat myself on the back (which takes some skill when you’re typing with both hands) and also get some of this manic need to throw something on paper (or electrons) that has absolutely nothing to do with school. Hmmm… seems like I’ve been writing about school after all, but at least no one can grade me on this! Wait a sec… this entry has a comment section at the bottom, doesn’t it? …Shit.
Still, I’m glad that I can take a little time off and just relax, watch movies until 4:00 in the morning, not get up until 2:00 in the afternoon… hell, I’ve been doing that on the weekends anyway, why rock the boat now? Okay, that’s not true—I’ve been setting my alarm so that I’ll be up a couple minutes before the Vikings game every Sunday. So there. Pbtbbttppptbtbbt!
I think that’s enough spewing for one evening. And I’m not just talking about the saliva covering my computer screen after sending that raspberry in your direction. Naw, I’m done ranting and raving for the time being and I imagine you probably appreciate that fact. If so, please be nice and give me a good grade, okay?
