I’m so sorry for the featured image — kind of. If you’re gonna stick around here, there’s a few things you need to learn.

1. I am very dramatic.
2. Hyperbole is funny to me, which adds to the whole dramatic thing.
3. Pictures like this make me laugh and I’m tired of pretending they don’t

So anywhoozle, I have a week off from school right now. My professors were kind enough to cancel their classes on Tuesday and I’m not going back until Monday. In fact, haven’t even opened our school website ONCE.

There are a few things coming up I’m not looking forward to. I have a big, fat, ten-page research paper that I’ve written. While the behemoth is thankfully finished, she needs to be edited a little before 12/1 when she’s due. Guess what? I don’t want to. I have to start designing three posters, (graphic design major) and guess what? I don’t want to. I have a final project powerpoint presentation I should probably start, but I. DON’T. WANT. TO.

I mean, I’m going to do it. I just need to complain about it for a while and be, you guessed it, really dramatic. My professors aren’t worried about me because, you know, I’m almost thirty 🫠. Nothing makes you feel like a fish out of water quite like hearing that we have to be “on our best behavior” for a mandatory guest speaker, or that “You’ll have to wake up early when you start working in the real world,” or my favorite: “None of you are old enough to drink yet.” I just mentally (and probably physically ) shrink down in my seat and feel slightly more like an outside cat.

I roll with it well. I make jokes about how I am centuries old (hyperbole, see?) or that I am with “the children.” I know I’m at an advantage for choosing this because I really want it at this age. A lot of these kids are probably going because it’s what their parents want; it’s what they think they should be doing. Believe me, I’ve fucking been there and back and back again. It’s like my dad always said: “Youth is wasted on the young.”

Lastly, I’ll just a vent a few more upcoming woes. Next semester I’m taking five classes instead of four. All of them start at 9:30am, which for some of you freaks might even sound late, but repeat after me: ROSIE. IS. NOT. A. MORNING. PERSON. That means all new subjects, new professors, new kids, and a new schedule to work through right in my face first thing in the morning. But hey, at least I know where the buildings are, right?

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