Tag: college

Summer, Sunshine, and Perpetual Self-Discovery

Well, I graduated. What a load off my back (and mind) that is. My college career came to an end on May 10, 2019, assuming I don’t go for a graduate degree. The very idea turns my stomach, but I did find out that Masters degrees in creative writing are real, so who knows what the future holds. My degree title is as follows: … Read More Summer, Sunshine, and Perpetual Self-Discovery

The “winter blues” got the best of me this year.

More so than ever before. I’d never felt it this strongly. I spent about a month having ZERO motivation to do anything, and what sucks the most about the timing of it was that it started around the same time as the new semester. So, I did a few initial assignments and then got very behind. I’ve mostly caught up in one class, but … Read More The “winter blues” got the best of me this year.

Well, I didn’t keep to the writing schedule I had hoped to maintain during school.

At some point, I realized that I couldn’t commit to it, so I let myself let it go. Temporarily, of course. The good news about school is that I can graduate this spring instead of next spring! A whole year sooner! When I first found out, I was really surprised and only somewhat excited. I hadn’t planned for this news. What about the other … Read More Well, I didn’t keep to the writing schedule I had hoped to maintain during school.

Here we are. The last week of summer break before the new semester starts.

At one point, it seemed really far off, and now it’s like oh crap. I crossed off a pretty good amount of things on my summer bucket list, plus some that weren’t on the list: I got my nose re-pierced; that was number one. I tried to learn the Time Warp, the main dance from Rocky Horror. I read a lot during the first … Read More Here we are. The last week of summer break before the new semester starts.

I couldn’t decide on what to write next.

I had an idea, but it wasn’t coming out right. It was sounding more like a persuasive piece on why one should do what I was talking about, not just my meandering thoughts on what I was talking about. And then, every idea I had after that was missing something. My voice wasn’t there. Everything felt forced, like I was painstakingly tryyyyying to maaaaake a blog post … Read More I couldn’t decide on what to write next.