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I haven’t posted recently. About a week. Only seven days, but a lot can happen in seven days.

I was swamped last week. I was writing a paper every day. If there’s one thing I’ll get out of college, I’ll definitely be a paper writer.

Last Monday was piss-and-moan about my computer. Tuesday was write my rough draft for English for Wednesday. Wednesday was write a rough draft for World Civilizations due on Thursday. Thursday was write a paper for Computer Science due on Friday. Friday and Saturday were R ‘n R days. Sunday was do my Chemistry homework while watching the Bills embarrass themselves. Monday was get nothing done because I don’t get home until 6 PM. Tuesday was finish my English paper and write a cover letter for it. Wednesday was finish my World Civilizations paper due today.

Today, more R ‘n R. Everything has calmed down because the next two weeks are Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur, which are pretty much off days. I’ll have to thank every Jew I find for that.

I knew it was going to happen. I cannot say I was surprised.

College is work. Nothing but it. If it’s not because I’m writing something for some class, I’m reading for some class because I have to, either it’s assigned, or I don’t understand what was being “taught.”

I’m finding out that they don’t really teach in college. They turn “teaching” into “let’s just one-sidedly talk about something.”

College is never all the fun they make it out to be. If someone says it was for them, they’re dilusional, have memory loss, or just never seriously attended college. I mean, it’s cool to hear stories of fun times in college, but they aren’t happening to me, yet, anyway.

Like this one story one of my high school teachers told me recently.

He was taking a philosophy class for one reason or another. Someone didn’t apparently like going to, either a) this class, or b) a class that occurred at the same time. So, every time he had this class, this student would make a bomb threat, thus evacuating the building, and classes not being held.

This happened for pretty much the entire semester. Unfortunately, a final exam had to be given, but because most of the class never happened, there wasn’t much to test.

The final exam had one question. An essay. It being a philosophy course, the question should be quite obvious:

Why?

Exam is given out. People start writing furiously about the given topic. My teacher had no idea what to write about.

Finally, the most brilliant thing possible came into his head:

Why not?

Needless to say, he got an A+ on it.

I assume that is why he is one of my favorite teachers.

So it’s cool to hear all of these stories and all, but it’s not happening to me. It’s funny, but I haven’t experienced it. It should come in all due time, though.

I mean, it’s not like I’m not enjoying college. It’s a fresh change of pace that I prefer to high school. Even though I’m there later than I would ever like to, if I think about it, I’m only taking about three classes a day. Better than the same seven or so in high school.

I’ve met some cool people. It’s not a whole lot of diversity, mostly people in the Computer Science/Engineering departments, but I’m not too picky.

I enjoy sitting around in one of the many student lounges observing people while reading or playing on my Nintendo DS or listening to music. It’s far easier to do in college, since everyone is far more laid back than in high school, so you can sit back on the sidelines and watch everyone go by. They don’t care. There’s probably ten other people doing that at the same time.

I think I just make note of the things I’m not enjoying, because that’s just who I am. I’m a “full deal” person. Good cannot exist without Evil. Good Luck must be accompanied by Bad Luck. What you enjoy is equal to what you don’t enjoy. Every cloud has a silver lining. That sort of “deep” stuff.

I am able to understand this, so I can take this stuff in stride and easily continue on. I’ve made it this far, so everything can’t be too bad. Anything bad that happens, well, something worse will happen later, too. You have to take what life gives you, and make do.

And I’d say I’m doing quite well.