Let’s face it, college is hard, college is so hard that at times you just want to throw your 100 pound book across the room, or maybe for those 21 year olds, drink a whole bottle of Crown Royal. It’s difficult to focus on studies in your own dorm room surrounded by parties, hot guys, and new experiences. It’s even more difficult to focus when you live at home with your family in a house full of stuff. So when you have a major paper that is due on one of your two days that you drive all the way to campus, it becomes very difficult to keep up. My house has cable, internet, a fridge full of real food, a big comfy bed, among a million other things right at the tips of my fingers. In a dorm room you don’t have access to half the stuff that your home conveniently has for “free.” Luckily, I am blessed with parents that have spoiled my selfish ass and haven’t kicked me out of the house.
I find that when I have a major paper due I save it till the last night, after a long day of work because yes, that does indeed sound like an amazing plan. This is my fourth year of college; normally I have one class I struggle with, but not this semester. This semester everything that I have to do has become an obstacle that just does not override “The Club” in importance. I have found myself ditching papers to go out and dance every Saturday night, maybe it’s because I just turned 21 this year or maybe it’s because I have stopped caring. Perhaps, it’s because I’ve discovered amazing things called life, guys, and friends. Somehow the two years I lived at school I stayed out of trouble, but now that I’m at home I have frequent run-ins with the cops and drunken escapades.
Four years in college is like an eternity… an eternity in hell that is. If I don’t come out of this and get an amazing job I might just run away to Mexico where I can sit back relax maybe house sit, teach some English to Spanish children (something that I’ve always wanted to do but am too poor to do… oh wait, I guess now I’m even more poor after four years of loans.) L