Finals week:

I was in the library intently watching this guy who was intently staring at a substantial stack of stapled papers [this was in substitute of me actually reading my own hefty stack of stapled papers]. I begin to wonder how we can even motivate ourselves to do this junk -- walk up to the library to get some peace and quiet so we can dive into a stack of random papers riddled with uncertain inky notes scribbled one late night while on a caffienated buzz.

I can't speak for the poofy hair guy, but my given material has in no way advanced my life. It is just complicated facts that were "graciously dumbed down" by the professor, but it still didn't help. Why are all the good classes so few and far between?

It was obvious by his restlessness that he didn't want to be there. It was obvious by my lack of spirit that I didn't want to be there. But, we can't afford to be anywhere else, so we uncap our pens, settle in, and stay put -- hoping that whatever amount of effort that is put forth will pay off...


Slapped up here on 5/06/2002 07:16:00 PM by: Me, Suzy...