I'm not sure what is it exactly, it's hitting me somewhat by surprise, but there's something about going back to school that's like coming home for me. Maybe because I moved out at 17 and went straight to university, therefore being on a university campus or a community radio station feels more at home to me than my father's house.
I think it's because I'm like a shark - if I'm not learning something new / moving forward - I die a bit inside. And my work doesn't fulfill anything for me except my loan payments. Some of my favorite memories are post-classroom discussions over beer at the campus bar, and the post-coital discussions of Nietzsche or whatever that inevitably followed.
I'm a better student now, I'm not a teenager, and I've got my shit (mostly) together. I realize that my goals of the past few years have been moving away from something that I don't want, rather than towards something I do want. (partying to blow off steam from school, getting a high paying job to get away from debt, etc) Now my goals are moving towards things I want - immensely more useful.
Although my work's refusing to let me work less hours.. which is going to kill me over the semester. But I always get what I want in the end, so I'm sure I'll think of something.
I think it's because I'm like a shark - if I'm not learning something new / moving forward - I die a bit inside. And my work doesn't fulfill anything for me except my loan payments. Some of my favorite memories are post-classroom discussions over beer at the campus bar, and the post-coital discussions of Nietzsche or whatever that inevitably followed.
I'm a better student now, I'm not a teenager, and I've got my shit (mostly) together. I realize that my goals of the past few years have been moving away from something that I don't want, rather than towards something I do want. (partying to blow off steam from school, getting a high paying job to get away from debt, etc) Now my goals are moving towards things I want - immensely more useful.
Although my work's refusing to let me work less hours.. which is going to kill me over the semester. But I always get what I want in the end, so I'm sure I'll think of something.
malloreigh:
school! i have decided NOT to go. yeah! school is for suckas.