It’s been an exciting week: The Giants won the World Series and Jerry Brown was elected the new Governor of California. It is without a doubt that after each of these monumental events occurred, Giants fans and Democrats everywhere were crying, taking celebratory shots, or rejoicing in the satisfaction of their political victory.
What was this Giants fan/Democrat doing on both nights? I was sitting in front of a computer, either working on my research paper’s annotated bibliography, or reviewing slides for my Geography midterm. The only reason I was able to find out who won the World Series and the election was by inquisitively clicking over to my browser’s Facebook tab and seeing an abundance of status updates proclaiming the winners. Thank god for those status updates keeping studious chumps like me in the loop of what’s going on in the world outside of my school’s library.
Even though it’s the end of the week and my midterms are officially over, I still have a ridiculous amount of tests and assignments coming up between now and finals week: another annotated bibliography, a poetry presentation, a dance show critique, an exam, a jazz practical, etc. I’m starting to think that signing up for six classes this semester was a bad idea, because those six classes seem to be conspiring against me; I’m up to my neck with non-stop schoolwork, further detering me from getting any sleep, and more importantly, having a life.
I really think I am getting to the point of being done with school, not just literally since I’m graduating soon, but mentally as well. Don’t get me wrong, I love school. I really do. However, I’ve been going to school for way too long, so long to the point where I’ve reached the mentality of being over it all. I’m over the tests, the stress, the all-nighters, and the papers–oh my god the papers! Story of my English major life. I will be happy when I don’t have to write another 10+ page paper on literary theory and analysis again. Instead, I want to dance, travel, and experience other, more exciting things that life has to offer, rather than being surrounded by 20-year-olds, sorority girls, and stupid jocks whose parents are paying for them to coast through college.
Yeah, I’d say that senioritis has officially hit. Good thing I only have six weeks left until my graduation day. Let the countdown to freedom begin.