i long for the day when i can call my weeks my own, when i can call my fridays my own, when i can stand a free girl and look my fellow non-student in the eye.
dang...i'm slipping into parallel structure speak. add to that, "when i can call my language structure my own."
"The tears that are on my Chemistry bespeak the pain that is in my heart." a slight paraphrase of Barny Fife. I actually enjoy the business of it, as opposed to being more open to the temptation of trying to just "make it through' another day
I suppose we ought to appreciate school while we have the "privilege" as opposed to work, which is even more monotonous (is that even possible?)...well, maybe I OUGHT to. But I don't, because I don't think I'll EVER look back and say, "Ah, I miss those good ol' days when I had to slave over Walden - the most horribly awful book ever written in the history of ever - work endless Algebra problems, or muddle through 20 billion parallel structure assignments." Just sayin'.
Sorry this comment is long. I guess I'm just making up for the brevity of this post.
(this is atually Olivia) Poor thing. Good bye life, hello school. I am loling over that, although I know what you mean. You are so awesome. (just to let you know...)
sad day.
ReplyDeletei long for the day when i can call my weeks my own, when i can call my fridays my own, when i can stand a free girl and look my fellow non-student in the eye.
dang...i'm slipping into parallel structure speak. add to that, "when i can call my language structure my own."
School! UGH! Can't wait till graduation! How old are you? Every time I read your blog I get to humming the song (Flow Gently Sweet Afton)!
ReplyDelete"The tears that are on my Chemistry bespeak the pain that is in my heart." a slight paraphrase of Barny Fife.
ReplyDeleteI actually enjoy the business of it, as opposed to being more open to the temptation of trying to just "make it through' another day
I suppose we ought to appreciate school while we have the "privilege" as opposed to work, which is even more monotonous (is that even possible?)...well, maybe I OUGHT to. But I don't, because I don't think I'll EVER look back and say, "Ah, I miss those good ol' days when I had to slave over Walden - the most horribly awful book ever written in the history of ever - work endless Algebra problems, or muddle through 20 billion parallel structure assignments." Just sayin'.
ReplyDeleteSorry this comment is long. I guess I'm just making up for the brevity of this post.
(this is atually Olivia)
ReplyDeletePoor thing. Good bye life, hello school. I am loling over that, although I know what you mean. You are so awesome. (just to let you know...)
Haha, thanks for the sympathy. But you are the awesome one, Olivia...just to let you know. ;)
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