I remember my last two semesters of college.
First SR. semester.
A zombie in a world with no brains, because everyone else was a zombie too.
6 years on a Bachelors.
End it, I screamed internally.
My job was my vacation. Everyday I looked forward to work. Albeit, I love working.
My last semester.
6 1/2 years on a Bachelors.
I was a dying husk pulled away from an ear of corn, lying on the ground, waiting to be thrown away.
Monotony. The entire semester, art prep and gallery prep. Hanging. Matting. Planning food.
And then, it was all over. Quicker than a rabbit eating an apple peel, the opening was over. The memes only loved by my fellow art partner.
"Hooray" I rejoiced as I walked down the aisle, melting, wondering;
"Did they really say I'd pay my loans off in 2035?"
But only a month later I realized.
I was bored without college.