This is an old blog I wrote during my first semester of school. It's kind of fun to remember those days :) back before I was married and taking really hard classes. I had no idea school would get harder! At least I'm only distracted by one cute boy now ;) Hey, plus I've managed to keep my scholarship!
I attend a university that is set up in a unique way. Instead of the traditional two semesters and a summer off dealio, my school has divided it’s year into three tracks, summer, fall, and winter. Students are assigned to a track and are allegedly unable to change their track, although I saw it done once.
The reasoning behind this schedule is to accommodate more students, and create more opportunities for those attending my school. The usual 14 week track has also been changed to a 12 week track. This means that professors must shove as much information into as short an amount of time as possible.
I am on the summer fall track. That means that my first semester of college will be over in two weeks, it also means that all of my teachers are frantically trying to shove knowledge into my tiny scull. They Assume that an unprecedented amount of homework to do and tests to study for will somehow make me a better person in the long run. Maybe they are right, but I would rather see my ever growing mound of work as the enemy that I must somehow vanquish before the clock strikes twelve, less I turn into a bright orange creature that must find its own way to pay for tuition.
That’s right, all of this studying is the enemy, and there are traps laid everywhere by an evil princess, who wants me to fail this semester so that she can take my scholarship for herself. In my living room she has laid an innocent looking couch. Innocent you say? Ha! Innocent my foot, and leg and every other part of my body which is in need of rest. You see, this couch (much like the sleeping poppies set up to stop Dorothy on her way to the emerald city) has been covered in a nocuous dust that traps studiers into a deep sleep which is nearly impossible to come out of with a clear mind. In the kitchen she has cast a spell which creates hunger pains so great it is impossible to continue studying without accidently typing “gee, peanut butter sure sound good right now” into what was once a perfectly good essay. The most dangerous place is the room, where a soft bed and down comforter await. Poor lighting and cramped space would make anyone wary of attempting to enter such a lair of dreams.
Attempting to escape the dangers of my dorm I may hurry away to one of the many buildings on campus. Hoping to somehow continue my studies and find relief from the feeling of doom that creeps into my soul. At last, I can sit and work. Finally appeasing that small voice in my head that insists I continue to work. I can almost hear the evil princess crying, smearing her purple mascara all over her ugly face. Then I realize that she’s not really crying at all, she’s laughing! She is mocking my feeble attempt to defeat her. I look up and see the most beautiful boy in the world and he’s coming towards me! Oh! How can I resist! He’s actually talking to me.
Then I realize, that he’s just one of the evil princesses slaves, he has no intention of asking for my phone number or asking me on a date. He is only going to distract me from my studies. And he has done it. Completely distracted me, now I must watch him leave and erase his image from my head.
Then of course, there are the evil’s of the computer, the princess has cast a spell so that when I go to look up research my web page jumps to youtube instead! Then in despair I find myself blogging. This is so not doing me any good!
Really though, I need to go and do homework. The evil princess can’t be blamed for everything.
