I have spent most of the day in front of computers in the library, writing final papers to earn favor and letter grades. It is the sorriest sight to see a roomful of youth half-prostrated in front of their Macbooks on a dry Seattle day. I am pretty sure this is not what any of us were meant to do with our lives.
Why am I in college? What in the world am I doing here? It is what my family fought for, and it is a convenient way to put off actual self-sufficiency. I get to this point every finals week where I realize I’m just part of a system and can’t escape it. I’m never sure whether to take myself seriously or not.
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