The Final Struggle

         

It's Monday- time for a blog post. I am supposed to be writing about my English final, about how my topic of Art in Public Education is impacting me as I study local schools. Yes, I have a third draft of the essay for the tutoring center to look over, and I turned in a working bibliography today just like the syllabus told me to, I am waiting on a response from a man about an interview and my desk is smothered by a pile of books about the psychology of learning. 

          All of this effort for my final essay, hours of studying for my latest Biology test and working with peers on math homework, just for a piece of paper. Maybe it's the sweet breeze whispering promises of sunshine through the hall but I am finding it more and more difficult to focus on the logistics of APA formatting when the rest of my life is right around the bend-- this new trend of national disasters isn't helping.
          With the amount of loss happening all around the country in the past few months I have really been put in the position to reevaluate what I am doing with my life. Having graduated from HS with my Associates Degree I am questioning my choice to attend a four year. I mean I already have what a great deal of people live their whole lives working for when it comes to school and putting myself and my family this far in debt doesn’t seem worth the price of another degree to me, particularly when I could be out living life.
            Sure I might miss out on some of the ‘college experiences’ that my older mentors speak so fondly of (which have turned out to be grossly over exaggerated) but putting myself through years of sleepless studying and socially obligated affairs is nothing compared to what I could experience out in the world. All my life I have focused on learning and comprehending information and this has appeased me thus far but I am at a point where all I want is to stop learning (scholastically) and start LIVING.