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When I die, I want you to bury me...
Woke up at 12:10. Decided it wasn't worth it to try going to school. Especially since I missed one class, and the other starts at noon. And then there's the fact that the newsroom will be packed with people all angsty 'cause the paper has to go to the printer today.
No sir, I am NOT at school. I don't need more stress in my life, thank you very much.
Woke up and can vaguely remember my dreams. They were unsettling, to say the least.
I think it's because there were a couple days of small amounts of sleep, but lots of uptime. And no dreams. And now they're all bouncing around in my skull, coming out in the strangest ways.
Was thinking this morning. I have no direction anymore. I have the credits to graduate, yet I'm still clinging to school. Maybe I'm hoping to get popular. Or something odd like that.
The newsroom, the place that used to be my haven and where I was Queen... Has a whole new crop of youngsters, all eager and willing. I was never that good a reporter as it was (still too shy, I think). Reticent?
Maybe this is why Debby and Calandra and Phenix left. Not because they weren't having fun. But because they were suddenly the top of the class, and they were bored with it.
I remember taking philosophy courses. Not because they were required, but because Hartmann was so cool. He made me think, he demanded intelligence from us. And only a few of us were on top of it all.
He used to call Gabe and I the Cooks. *chuckle* I still hear an occassional, "Hey, Cook."
I am incredibly vain about my intelligence. Yet, I rarely use it in real life. I only use it during a class.
Not Business, though. I think I hate business administration. My brain keeps balking at it.
Next semester, no fill classes just so I have 6 credits.
Next semester.... Graduate and move on. To... somewhere.
No sir, I am NOT at school. I don't need more stress in my life, thank you very much.
Woke up and can vaguely remember my dreams. They were unsettling, to say the least.
I think it's because there were a couple days of small amounts of sleep, but lots of uptime. And no dreams. And now they're all bouncing around in my skull, coming out in the strangest ways.
Was thinking this morning. I have no direction anymore. I have the credits to graduate, yet I'm still clinging to school. Maybe I'm hoping to get popular. Or something odd like that.
The newsroom, the place that used to be my haven and where I was Queen... Has a whole new crop of youngsters, all eager and willing. I was never that good a reporter as it was (still too shy, I think). Reticent?
Maybe this is why Debby and Calandra and Phenix left. Not because they weren't having fun. But because they were suddenly the top of the class, and they were bored with it.
I remember taking philosophy courses. Not because they were required, but because Hartmann was so cool. He made me think, he demanded intelligence from us. And only a few of us were on top of it all.
He used to call Gabe and I the Cooks. *chuckle* I still hear an occassional, "Hey, Cook."
I am incredibly vain about my intelligence. Yet, I rarely use it in real life. I only use it during a class.
Not Business, though. I think I hate business administration. My brain keeps balking at it.
Next semester, no fill classes just so I have 6 credits.
Next semester.... Graduate and move on. To... somewhere.