Today I drank half a cup of coffee and chatted with an old flame for something like five minutes. Tomorrow, I won’t drink coffee and I won’t talk to someone from another world.
Tomorrow, I’m attending my second class for my first term in grad school. Tada!
Yes, finally, I’m back to school!
I’m taking up my dream course, Masters of Marketing Communications. And it sounds so good that it makes me feel like a super person. It gives me that added oomph, extra push, and one more bright spot in my window. Well, I’m excited about it but that doesnt mean I’m not stressed out. Now that it’s my first week in school again, I feel older.
Especially when I see undergrads move and talk like tomorrow’s just another day at school. In grad school, I don’t feel that way. I guess it’s because it’s not like undergrad school where there are classes everyday. And another thing would be the hours. The classes are at night and so when it’s time to pack up and head home, the streets are filled with corporate slaves (haha, count me in) all shuffling to get home earlier than usual.
The feeling of being one of them. People who pay the bills. People who have to get up in the morning to do things they’re paid for. Or maybe things they aren’t paid for but still they do these because.. well, why do they do it?
*This is trash written. All I’m really trying to say is that I am happy because there’s another new thing to do. It’s my thing. I go for the new so I finish things as soon as I can and get on going. Motion is my comfort zone.
yay!
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Comment by sungazer — June 30, 2009 @ 7:45 am