Nice pun.
It’s getting near the end of the semester. Turning in papers, I’m not good at it. Getting to class, I can do it but not with any punctuality. Getting good sleep, it’s getting hard. Eating right, that’s a nightmare. But here’s the thing—I’m not worried. I don’t have a squall of anxiety bucking around inside me. I think I am finally growing up.
Not in a beard-y way. I mean, I did grow an inch this year and am taller now than my older brother/roommate. By growing up, I mean I am finally shedding all the fears I had as a kid. Fears like not living up to people’s expectations, being rejected by those I admire, suddenly and without warning becoming uncool. Or falling off of something. Or getting in a car accident. Or train derailing. Or plane going down. I’m packing them all up in a brown fedex box and dropping them off at the Goodwill truck, so I can get rid of them but also give them to someone who needs them. And so I can write it off as a charitable donation.
This is a good thing. I need to keep my GPA above 3.0, so I can go somewhere else for my last semester of school. Acting and Scriptwriting, I’ve got them covered. Speech? Come on. But Christian Tradition and World Civilizations II (The Electric Boogaloo), those were hard to keep up with. They didn’t directly deal with the things I do outside of class like my other classes. So I’m struggling. I finally met with both teachers of those classes and learned what I needed to do to prove to them that I’m sold out to their courses. SO—here’s the point of this paragraph—following Dr. Pepper’s advice, I began writing all the reading reports I’ve missed in his History course. I got out my huge headphones, put it on shuffle and I did a whole bunch of homework. God, I miss homework. I hate being busy all the time with things I don’t believe in. Rephrase: I hate the hipster culture that adopted me. How everyone my age has to drop out, get a nicer apartment than their friends, and then be a successful photographer before they’re 23. Here’s some truth: I love homework. I love learning things for the sake of learning them. And I love my People. My friends. I’m so thankful that we’re reaching a point in the semester where I can just talk to everyone I see, where our conversations reflect what we know now, instead of the stress of proving it in papers.
Not much of a point to this one, no distinguishable through-line, but you know what? I’m getting tired of all that pop culture writing, too. You’ll have to be patient while I figure out what’s important in all that. Probably won’t be till I see Conan on TBS.
So I guess we’re all lucky that day is coming soon.
