On The Strength of All Convinced

 Oddly enough, I’m excited for school to start. I haven’t felt this way since, I don’t know, freshman year? The succeeding years were just a mash of lukewarm expectations about college. Now, for some reason, things feel different. It might be because this is my last year at the university which means that after this, there won’t be any more school to look forward to. Not that I regret it though.

I wouldn’t call myself a wreck, exactly, last school year. My grades were just ok (general weighted average of 1.8—and that was Philo 171’s fault! Whodathunk he’d give me a 2.50!) but that was because I cut a lot of classes, did zero homework, and took zero notes. There was a lot to learn in school but not a lot of things to be inspired by so I just said what the hell and totally lost interest.

When SY 2007-2008 started, I didn’t have a particular life plan. It was just to graduate, get a job, then get rich as soon as possible. I didn’t want to get fussy about the details because I myself didn’t know exactly what I want to do yet. Eventually I just realized that I want to write. I want to get better and no matter how I look at it, BA Political Science doesn’t help me much. It’s great in providing me material but besides that, nil. Hence a further hemorrhage of interest in my course.

But you know what, whatever. I’m graduating in ten months. I’d do it for my parents (and by sheer coincidence, myself) and I know they would be happy. Once I get that diploma—you get the drift. I’ve been ragging about it already in this blog so much. There are so many things to do and so many places to go! Maybe I’ll end up in a 9-10 desk job miserable and overworked, drinkingcheap instant coffee to keep my brain from getting comatose. Who knows. But right now, allow me a moment of excitement.

Ten months.