Integrity and Responsibility: Welcome to College (part 2?)

It's Wednesday.  This morning was very rainy, like it's been of late.  I'm a girl, so I don't know how to walk in the rain without soaking the hems of my jeans.  Once upon a time I owned a pair of rainboots, but they fell apart at the heel, so now I've taken to wearing my fancy clearance hiking boots as rainboots.  They aren't waterproof, but they're comfortable, good quality, warm, and keep me dry.  Plus, I can tuck my pant leg into them and keep that drier, although half the time I just wear a dress and sweater tights.

So, this morning I got to class late because I left my house late, almost missed my bus (it came early), and then the bus broke so we all had to pile into another bus.  All this put me in an inexplicably negative mood.  I skipped breakfast, so by the time I got to school, my hunger made me even crabbier.  There was no line at the coffee shop, so I ordered a chocolate croissant (YUM) and a hot tea.  I got my tea bag, and the dumb bitches working at the counter were yapping about unemployment.  It took them way too long to get my damn tea, and I was about ready to tear them a new one.  I went to class instead, and spent most of it eating my croissant.  Chocolatey goodness.

A little birdie by my work last week

For the hour or so after class, I hung out with my friend.  We chatted.  It was fine.  Now she's in her next class and I'm here, merely skirting the existence between the time class ended and I have to go to work later.  If I were a productive student, I would be working on my final paper for my senior project class.  Yeah, I could be doing that.  I even have Word open with my name and the class written down.  I also have the topic of the paper out.  For all intents and purposes, it looks like I'm working on my homework.

my kitties love each other

I'm not.  Clearly, I'm here writing this instead.  There's also Facebook.  Welcome to College.  Time management is a skill I've learned -theoretically, I can manage my time perfectly.  It's motivation that's the problem.  I don't want to do my homework.  So I'm not.  I'm here, using up an open computer when there might be other people who need it.  I don't care.  There are at least 3 other open computers.  The best part is that to anyone not reading this over my shoulder, I could be doing legitimate homework.  Hi, creeper.

the city at night

I'll go to work in a while, grab some lunch (on my $10 budget; thank God it's payday).  Until then, I'm here just dicking around.  That's basically what college is like.  I'm really going to regret this later, but I live for the here and now, instant gratification, procrastination, and apathy.  I'll probably not write my paper at all.  Even if I could spit it out rather quickly.

it was really rainy yesterday

That's the way college really is, don't let any achievers tell you differently.  Sometimes you do a paper on time, but for the most part, college feels like a game where I see how much I can possibly get away with using as little effort as possible.  I acknowledge the foolishness of this philosophy -I'm paying big bucks for school to what, be mediocre?  I encourage anyone to put forth the effort it takes to be amazing.  I probably will resent you for my own short comings, but don't let that stop you.

at the park

It's not only me that is this lazy.  I know of at least three more people equally as lazy.  Some are even lazier, but I've found a beautiful balance on the precipice, teetering between extreme procrastination and utter failure.  I get OK grades.  I think if I put in any less effort, I'd get bad grades.  I think I should put in more effort.  "I should," though, is not a convincing argument.  Logic fails to reason with my sleepy brain.

So it goes.

And so I go to lunch now.