Where did the creative energy go?

Classes started and as a result any energy I had is gone. I’ve been having two reoccurring thoughts this week: 1.) I wish I had finished college sooner (that I hadn’t taken so many breaks in the process) and 2.) Wow, my classes are a big waste of time. I’m being cynical, I know, and if you can’t stomach such pessimism then feel read to skip this entry. If you can, continue reading.

I realize it’ll all be over soon and I can live happily ever after with my college degree. In the meantime, however, it’s pure torture. I feel like I’m too old for it. It being college, sitting uncomfortably through dismal lectures, listening to the one idiot student in the class who won’t shut up, trying to pay attention to stories that involve the professor’s dog and not the actual material, and so on. (Actually, I don’t mind the stories involving the professor’s dog. I find those stories to be a little fascinating but that might just be because I’ve never had a dog of my own.)