Final Rebellion

Everybody hates finals, of course. They’re stressful: sleep goes away, the acne and irritable moods come. But there’s something inherently wrong with the system, I feel, that bothers me even more so than the inevitable stress.
 When finals time rears its ugly head, so does my rebellious alter ego that wants to quit school and become an outcast of the institution. As I immerse myself in studying, I feel a slave to the system whose multiple choice tests are an inadequate indication of my knowledge and are made by a figure who most likely has never spoken to any of his/her 400 students.
I don’t believe in learning from books. I believe in learning from experiencing the world and different cultures. I believe in traveling the world, not reading about it. But I know that in order to travel, to have the opportunities for success that will enable me to do so, I must walk the line after 4 years and receive my degree. Right now, I’m playing the game.
They say college is the best time of your life. But honestly, I can’t wait for the freedom outside this biodome-like bubble. I can’t wait to live my passion and focus my time on the things I love instead of giving it a backseat to college. I want to explore the world and write about it. I want to scale the country and save the animals.
Now don’t get me wrong, I take full responsibility for not doing all of that now. I just have a low energy reserve for extroverted activities and right now, it’s all going into school.

To put it bluntly…

Every body tells you that college is the best time of your life. I’m here to disagree. It’s just not my cup of tea. My cup of tea is to be had in a quiet, roomy space where I don’t have to see anyone while I ward away the morning grumpies, not in the crowded confines of a Harry-Potter-Under-The-Stairs dorm room where people’s footsteps stomp above and around you 24/7. Now I’m not saying that college is not enjoyable; I’m just here to tell you that it’s okay if you don’t have the typical college experience (whatever that even means). It’s okay if it isn’t everything it’s made out to be. I may not enjoy it as much or in the way everyone who hasn’t been to college expects, but i’m finding my own way, just as you’ll find yours. I’m not surviving by drinking my worries away, but I’m surviving as the introverted observer writing it all down for you to read.