It's nights like this, when I'm sitting here for the millionth hour working on some useless, retarded project, that I think to myself...why am I here? What is the point of college?
Well, if you ask me, this is just a bunch of bullshit to prove that you're willing to put up with stupid bullshit once you get a bullshit job. None of it really matters. My friends, these hours that we sit on our butts freaking out about tests/projects/whatever are entirely wasted in the end. You know that paper you wrote, the ten-pager you thought you were gonna have a heart attack over? Yeah, your teacher probably didn't read most of it. Just skimmed it. Made a mockery of your hard work. That test you took? The one that gave you anxiety attacks for a week? Once it's over, it pretty much vanishes into space.
Like the nerd that I am, I've spent the past few days reading a book about Shakespeare in whatever free time I've had. It made me think: back then, people our age did backbreaking work, whether it was farming or craft-making, play-writing or ruling a country. Sure, they had to put up with plagues, poor nutrition, and a general lack of medical knowledge, but at least they got to do something that mattered. They spent their time creating things, not studying for some class they hated. They were productive, and many of them actually loved what they did, whether it made them rich or not.
Nowadays, we're all about money. Go to the best school to get the best degree to get the highest paying job. Have you ever stopped to think about whether or not you actually like what you're doing? Is that paper, which is giving you migraines, going to get you closer to something you love? Or is it getting you closer to the so-called "good" degree everyone expects you to get?
It's not that I hate my major. I actually love it. I love using my skills as a writer in a classroom setting. What I don't like are all the little assignments that take up my time and don't really have anything to do with my future.
Call me a free spirit, but I don't think I was ever cut out for this school nonsense. I wish I were far away, maybe on a beach somewhere, just doing what I love: writing. If we didn't live in such a money-hungry world, maybe I could be doing just that. If every job out there didn't require a degree, maybe I could be doing something I love right now. Instead, I'm just wasting my mind on school.
I'd take Shakespeare's era over this one in a heartbeat.
Except for the lack of internet. Could I still keep that?
Loveeeeeee.
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