Monday, Monday
So, a little less than two weeks ago, I began my senior year of college. And all I can say is: Yikes. A senior in college. Hell, I remember being in the first grade and feeling like people in their 20’s were ancient. An age that I would never be.
Well, here I am. What amazes me the most, though, is the fact that I, bookworm and uber-nerd extraordinaire (if you ask any of my high school classmates), have grown to truly loathe education. Every fiber of my being tells me to resist waking up every morning for my forty minute commute in pursuit of higher learning. In a moment of temporary insanity, I scheduled myself for class on Mondays from 10 am until 10 pm, with less than 45 minutes of free time. As of right now, I would remove Monday from the calendar if I could…and most days I would be more than happy to fulfill my deepest wishes and avoid books and papers and professors like the plague. But I have one year left. Not even that…nine months. Nine months until freedom. Then, I never have to take another test or conduct another lab or read another chapter about the “American Identity” in a text written by my teacher. I can live where I want and work where I want and carve out a life for myself the best that I know how.
Which is why it bothers me just a little when people tell me to avoid “the real world” and to enjoy college while I can, stay as long as possible, etc. etc.
Are you kidding me? I am so ready to break out of this ivory tower it’s insane. I want to bum around this great country of ours in a station wagon with my best friend and see Mt. Rushmore and the world’s largest ball of string. I want to live in Austin, TX and write short stories and ride my bike to work. I want to hitch a ride to some resort town in Florida and bartend and use my tips to pay for tattoos and expensive cocktails. I want to own a record store in Seattle just because I think it’s romantic when it rains. Because deep down, I am a nomad. A nomad with a restless soul. I mean, I have had 13 jobs in 4 years. 13. No joke.
So, finding myself at the end of these nine months free of all obligations and undoubtedly penniless just might be the most exciting thing that could possibly happen. I can’t wait to see what’s next.
