Is that bad? I mean it’s a 2000 level class, and I’m getting a B in it, and quite frankly I stopped caring about this class entirely.
Well, more of this entire semester.
It’s done! One more final and it’s officially done, and I can focus on this Post Apocalyptic story with demons and hunters and angels, that’s been brewing in my head for some time.
I just want to write, dammit, but school keeps getting in the way… Although the reason I’m in school is to learn to write better, lawl Catch 22. Which brings me to my next point: I might just drop philosophy entirely. It’s not my passion, and the only class I really did enjoy, well, it wasn’t a conventional class. Philosophy and Creativity. CREATIVITY. There is a beauty in the preciseness of philosophical speak but it may just elude me.
I just want this final to be over. My brain wants to decompress. I just want to sit there and not think about anything for a good while, watch TV, read, write… Relax! Relaxing is good.
And sleep. Sleep is good too.