Hippy Chic9:02 AM
Yesterday Kyle spent half of the day trying to figure out his class schedule for the fall/winter semesters at Oakland, much to his frustration, and I couldn’t help but feel envious of his fall plans. I graduated high school way back in 2003 and took my time with college, enrolling every fall for anywhere between one to four classes. Not only did I struggle with the same issue every existential 20-something did, questioning what I wanted to do with my life and who I wanted to be, apparently a Weezer roadie isn’t a “real job”, but I worked, usually 35-40 hours, while in school (hence the 100 years it took for me to obtain a Bachelor’s degree).
As frustrating as school was for me, I started to really love it when I finally got my ass in gear. I made my first college friends in my first semester of intro to French, I transferred from the community college I had been dawdling around in for years to Oakland, practically dragging Kyle with me. This is the first semester that I don’t have an excuse to buy “back to school clothes”, new notebooks, and slick ick pens. I am actually going to miss the crappy coffee at the Café O’Bears, the car-karaoke I performed on I75 while stuck in Rochester traffic, trying not to fall on my ass as I scrambled across the bridge over Bear/”Beer” lake in the winter. I am going to miss South Foundation hall, where 98% of my classes were held, and I will never cease to be astonished by the fact that there really is tuna in the vending machine in that hall.
School has always been a challenge for me, especially while working-and probably the sole reason why I have had bags under my eyes permanently since 2009, but I love learning. I think Kyle lives in fear that I will completely exhaust myself and try to go back for my Master’s degree, but for now I have a novel to work on. By the state of my blog-posts (I usually write on my work-breaks and almost always fail to proof-read), I have a long way to go. It doesn’t mean that I can’t sneak off to Rochester and park my butt somewhere on OU’s campus to do so. You know, right after I get this wedding thing done.