“It’s no use going back to yesterday, because I was a different person then.”
We all know this feeling -- the feeling of being madly exhausted after pulling an all-nighter and writing a 27 page paper you know you should’ve started two months ago.
“But I don’t want to go among mad people," Alice remarked. "Oh, you can’t help that," said the Cat: "we’re all mad here. I’m mad. You’re mad."
One word: Finals. We all get the sad, crazy look during finals week (don’t deny it). Every person walks around campus like a zombie with bloodshot eyes from studying, or attempting to study, and has given up on their looks, just praying to get through the week to freedom.
“Why, sometimes I've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.”
Freshmen.
“Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?"
"That depends a good deal on where you want to get to."
"I don't much care where –"
"Then it doesn't matter which way you go.”
This is for the people who will graduate college without a job secured or a clue what to do with their degree. All you want is to call your mom or dad, grandma or the dean of the school and plead, “What do I do now?!”
“Who in the world am I? Ah, that's the great puzzle.”
A lot of us go into college having no clue what we want to major in, and that, is the ‘great puzzle’ of college.
“Imagination is the only weapon in the war against reality.”
As students, we can only hope that one day college will be free with no strings attached. The reality is, you pray you will not have to sell your liver to pay off your student loans. Or, you can hope for a zombie apocalypse.
