In which case, I'd be the G-Man.
Why do I keep coming back here? I'd have myself a witty statement prepared, but I'm done with the facade. One way or the other, I just gotta scribble down some reflections for my own sake and anyone else who happens to be listening.
It's been the best and worst of times with college.
On one hand, I'm up till 3 in the morning on a daily basis now grinding away at whatever algebraic towering pillar of crud my prof. has thrown at me that day. I rarely have the time to go out and do anything, and the same goes for my friends. Ironically, I thought leaving homeschooling behind and starting college would turn things around. Instead, thanks to things like Course Compass and all other sorts of college necessities being digitalized, it seems like I'm more dependent on computers then ever.
And I hate that.
But on the other hand, I've made a few new, odd friends along the way. I guess in an environment were the average walking corpse spends it's whole day mashing buttons on it's cell phone in the middle of class, I'd be much more attracted to befriend the noisome minority.
I've also come to redefine my standards for "Hard work" and "stress" . Homeschooling made me soft, and whenever in retrospect I'm glad to be driven up the wall. It's rough, it's demanding, but it's good for you.
But let's face it, after a weekend of partying and hanging out with long-time-no-see friends, I'm more then a little reluctant to get back into the meatgrinder.
So I'll just savor this birthday weekend for what it is and keep it in mind whenever I feel like going Columbine or getting myself banned into the stone age on sites like these for the fun of it.
The good's worth cannot be determined without the weight of the bad, after all.
And now I'm off to spend 7 hours in a ceramics studio- toodles all!