I’m in that state of matriculation, stuck with this bitch called the PACT. Why is it so hard to be a teacher? Maybe to weed out those who are not willing to do it, right? But, I mean fuck talk about shoveling more snow on the blizzard. Beyond the issues that got me stuck with trying to be done EARLY for once in my life, there are a few carrots I keep fancifully dangling before me. I will buy NBA 2K12 when I finish the PACT, I will get wasted – real wasted, and hopefully I can go on a refreshing road trip in a few weeks. No need for a paragraph to pair the graphs of how my happiness rises with less stress about school, and the more I get enthralled with school the more I get happy. Some sort of catch 22, so fuck it. Just keep shooting like that 45, half of 90 which is below my average grade in grad school. And then that is the dumb thing, because if you are in grad school there is no such thing as a grade. You either do it, or you don’t. That is what I keep telling myself. Just keep rolling and bumping Common to get me through this weekend. Will I finish on time, according to my self-mandated deadline? Check the facebook status I guess.
