Not this semester, Satan.

It’s that time of year again, but not for me. Not this semester, Satan.

This first week of having to be on campus only two days out of the week was quite glorious. The financial aid office is still bullshitting with me about my money, but I can’t let these people steal my joy.

I forsee much less stress in my life in the coming months. Less time spent on worrying about school means more time focusing on my workout goals, blog goals, and executing on some very important life goals. Grad school apps are in and now I just have to play the waiting game.

When I look back on being a full time student, I wonder just how I made it through that mine field. I don’t know how to feel about the fact that I’m about to have a degree. I’m kind of indifferent honestly. From my observations, a degree doesn’t seem to mean as much as it used to. Realizing this early freshman year, I really struggled with finding the incentive to continue with it. But what else was I going to do? College was a nice lil ticket out of my mother’s house, a chance to practice being an adult while still having somewhat of a safety net, and an opportunity to meet some dope people who I would’ve never met otherwise because meeting new people is not something I used to do willingly.

Thinking back on my 2017, it wasn’t that terrible. I grew quite a bit. For the most part, I’ve managed to work my way out of my mom’s pockets. I’m independent out here. I grew a backbone. My job has required me to do so. I’ve been at my full time for a year now, and I’ve definitely learned a lot about dealing with people. I work in a restaurant kitchen, which can be quite demanding, but I also don’t hate it.

May 12. Graduation Day. It’ll be here in the blink of an eye. But until then, it’s smooth sailing for this one.