All these nights with stars swirling overhead, slept through because I have to get up on time the next morning. All these days full of sunshine and rain, most of which I spend indoors learning things I have no use for. These are probably the best years of my life, but a year is only 365 days long. Think about this: there are less than nine thousand hours in a year. Ten seconds flashed by while I wrote that sentence, and I didn't even see them go.
There's so much I love about life. Friends; music that makes me sad or infuses me with a sense of what's good in the world; walking in the rain or the night; the first real sunshine of the year; the dead, shining stars and the centuries between them.
I seem to have forgotten to put molar ratios and viral incubation periods on that list. Oh yeah, that's because I don't give a damn for them. Why do I even bother with school? Is it just because it's the easy way to do things, because people stay off my case?
I hope this is a case of fourth-quarter syndrome, because otherwise I'm going to be some kind of anti-establishment freak by the time I graduate.
posted on Tuesday, March 25, 2003
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