“Education is not just about going to school and getting a degree. It’s about widening your knowledge and absorbing the truth about life.” – Shakuntala Devi
Back to School
So, I finally made it to the campus of my University today and I bought my books. It seems like I’m going to be forced to read some awesome novels. Oh, what a shame. A little bit of Shakespeare, and some Agatha Christie, learn some social politics and some other fun stuff. I’m kind of excited about that. To be honest, I’ve been terrible for actually dedicating myself time to read in the past few years. I’ve only been reading maybe two or three books per year max, depending on the sizes of the books. I don’t count little mini-guys.
I was able to get my student card and I saw a few of the young people that I’d likely be spending the next 4 years with (…if I stay at this University). Anyways, It’s a good feeling. I’ve been needing something more in my life for a while now. Having 8 months off from work was nice for the first few months, but so much free time was draining on me. It’s hard to stay disciplined and hard working when you have so little in your life. No matter how hard you push yourself. It’s just boring.
I’ve been going to the gym a little more now than I had in previous months and things are starting to feel pretty good in there compared to months ago. I’ve been running too a few times a week now, which before was kind of aching my neck after 5 minutes or so. So, I guess it gives me the warm fuzzies, because I was really afraid having herniated a disc in my neck was going to completely wreck my love for athleticism.
I don’t know about the rest of you, but a man can only work the elliptical and his booty on the stairmaster for so long before it gets old. Running used to be my favorite thing in the world, if I was ever stressed or mad or upset, I would just run. Often times, in my head, it seemed like I was running so fast that any step could miss and I’d just fall on my face. I would run so much pain out of my system sometimes that I was almost daring myself to fall on my face. Yet, I hardly ever wiped out.
Some people cut themselves, or drink themselves into oblivion. For me, as long as I could run, that was my self-inflicted punishment and I always felt amazing after. It was a socially acceptable way of hurting myself and my body didn’t mind it either actually. Nothing leans me out quicker than running a few times a week and really pushing myself until I sweat.
I’ll be sure to keep you all updated on the sassy 19 or 20 year old’s that I encounter at school. I’ll be an old guy compared to the rest of them at 30 years old. If there’s a God, I ask that he please keep my classes from having group assignments, or at least put me in competent work groups. I’ve had some extremely awful groups in the past before. One particular group comes to mind, where I organized all of this information for a slide show and my group member just had to create the slides. I didn’t think it was a job you could screw up, but she managed to put black text over a black background.
I suppose I should have asked to see it before she submitted it, but anyways…
Alright it looks like I’m going to have to pop my bubble soon and come out of it. I’m going to have to like… socialize. *Shivers* At least all of my classmates will be book readers and probably introverts too. I can handle that, but if any of them tell me the Twilight books are their favorite, I’m going to secretly judge them.