Another paper written, another car alarm going off right on cue. Another check list taken care of, only to be rewritten tomorrow as more and more tasks pile up on me. The never ending pile of "things to do," "homework," and "chores." Then we place this cycle on repeat, sprinkle in a few idiots, and there you have my Monday in a nutshell. Plus a little laundry of course.
College living. It's not really what I expected -- what any of us really expect. We're told that these times are "the best times of your life," but these times are just what I expected. I find myself frazzled, annoyed, and alone. The people have settled by now into the routine of homework and drinking -- because that's all people do here. Party and drink. Get high. Drink. Pass out. Repeat.
I find myself alone. But so proud of being alone in this respect. I'd rather stand alone then to conform to the ideals here.
I miss home.
My friends.
My life.
But at least I still have my dignity.
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