May 1, 2004

• As I went to bed last night I made a startling self discovery; I'm
  afraid of summer vacation.  For the first time in my life, I am
  not looking forward to summer. I wish my classes would continue
  indefinetly.  I yearn for homework, boring classes and dumb
  classmates.  As I'm sitting here in my 7 hour saturday class I'm
  compelled to actually enjoy it. 

  Why? Because in a matter of days I'll be finished with this
  semester.  Semester over. Year over. College over. Childhood
  over.  That's it. That's all she wrote.  The fat lady
  sung.  The eagle has landed.  Fin.  C'est ca. 
  Denanda.  And summer vacation is just a sentence. A finite time
  that is all that standing between me and the reality of having to get a
  job or move back home.  The job market sucks. I send out my
  resumes to job openings like those guys on the corner give out flyers
  for the local strip club.  I just want a fucking job
  allready.  One god damned offer for something that I can live
  on.  At this point, I don't care if it's in New York, Connecticut,
  Florida or Somalia.  I don't know why people are excited to
  graduate.  Are they looking forward to working for the better part
  of the rest of their lives?  Do they want to be responsible? 
  Was college so terrible?  I guess the bottom line is.....I'm
  afraid of summer vacation.

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