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So this is Higher Education…

Damn. Ten days late of two months. I can’t even keep up that schedule? How sad.

In other news [or not really] today’s post has been  brought to you by: selective boredom.  There’s a few projects all due within the next week, one on Monday, but for today, for this day, I’ll just not do it.  Not that there’s been much else to do either.

I would like to point out though that the college experience is too funny.  On one hand, I’m utterly bored in class.  It all seems so… old to me.  And everyone thinks I must be 16 at the oldest, and they all look a good 20 on average, give or take a year or two.  And still, I can’t handle how mindless it is.

That must sound funny, not being able to handle something mindless.  But I’ve done it before.  I’ve gone over these concepts several times before, at this same level, at a few higher ones.  I don’t have time to waste listening to the same thing.  But what else can I do?  Pre-reqs are pre-reqs – and that’s bullshit, really.  But whatever.  I can just get an even earlier start on myself.

It’s ridiculous that I can’t just do it.  But I work best under pressure.  I work best when there’s a challenge.  I work best when I have to actually think about what I’m doing.  Not think because it’s best to think over it as a general rule to be sure.  Think because it’s an engaging subject.  It’s terrible to not have that kind of engagement in life, and especially in school.  What else then would really keep one there?

And with most of everything being paid by some scholarship or other, I don’t feel very inclined to stay based on my having already paid out the money.  It’s not mine.  What a conundrum indeed.

But, I can’t really slander the free services. Every so-so a free movie night.  Tons of food at almost all times, granted that I’ve already paid the meal plan.  Totally not proportional at all [food>price, at least for those of us who eat a lot].  Other than that, I might as well get a job.  What graphics have I not sufficiently dabbled in to call “experienced”?  But work and I don’t get along, as evidened by how I do my schoolwork.

Oh well.  Here’s to the end of this quasi-stream of conciousness.  Sweet Dream or a Beautiful Nightmare – Beyoncé aka Sasha Fierce