I am subtly reminded that it is March.
Where did the last three months go? Was I so swamped with work, flooded with papers and tests and keeping up a social life that I conveniently just forgot that it wasn't January anymore? That midterms are approaching, and school is halfway over?
Whenever I even mention how busy things have become, I keep getting the same reply from my friends and peers: "What's your hurry? Why don't you just enjoy college?"
I have to pause and think, what does that even mean? "Enjoy college"? That I should go to school part-time instead of full-time, work more hours at my job, and go out partying or gallivanting frequently?
And then I have to stop and think again - why am I even hurrying out through school? For some reason, I inevitably thought of the long walk from the parking lot to main campus. That endless stretch of road, that I somehow can't bring myself to stroll pleasantly across. I have to power walk at the least, trudging along until my heart rate begins to rise, because I can't stand the thought of taking my time to get somewhere when I could just as easily get there faster. Impatient, maybe?
Or maybe it's time to indulge in the overly cliche practice of stopping to smell the roses. My defensive side would like to say that I do that plenty, but I can't help but miss those mornings when I'd wake up without a schedule and check-list of things to do.
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