I know you're all curious, and I'm about to give you the update on my life. Ready? My first week of college did not exactly go according to plan. This should not have been surprising to me, as I can't think of anything else in my life that has gone according to plan, but hope springs eternal.
The thing is, I haven't gotten up before 7 AM more than five times that I recall since I graduated from high school two years ago. And now I get to wake up at 6:30 AM four days a week. Mondays I get to sleep in until 7:30, and Sundays I don't have get to up until 8 or 8:30! (Lest you think Saturdays are days off or something, I have to clarify that what time I get up then will be entirely dependent on my work schedule, but I will have to get up at some point.) It's a good thing I had already learned to drink massive amounts of coffee, or I would never have survived this week.
One thing that keeps striking me about being back in college is the huge difference between me, as a college freshman who is almost 21, and 98% of my 18-year-old classmates. They're still amazed that they're finally being treated like adults - I'm amazed at how many times we've been told not to drink, do drugs, or be promiscuous. I'm trying to pay bills - they're trying to remember how to unlock their dorms. My classmates can survive on four hours of sleep a night. I was so exhausted at work on Friday that I almost fell over when I sneezed. At least some of my classmates think I have some sort of infinite wisdom about life because I'm older than them. The truth? Any wisdom I have about life is because I've spent the last ten years thinking seriously about life.
I'm not saying I haven't had any fun since I was ten. It's just that I've realized that there's a point to life beyond having fun. Also that Mark Twain was in no way lying when he said "the world owes you nothing. It was here first."
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