Nine To Five?

Nine To Five?

Is this your real passion?

My eyes are shutting and my stomach can't take more coffee. "What is it again? Which Law is it? Slope, deflection and.... crap, is it 3am already?"

My alarm goes off and I head over to class--no need to dress up I slept in my clothes. Take the test and leave with doubts about one or two numbers. Head over to my next class, and pretend to pay attention to what my teachers saying, "I know you are tired of this too, do you really think just solving problems in front of my face is gonna teach me anything!?" Of course not, I'm supposed to put in 3 hours of studying for every hour in class, learning everything that I couldn't learn during class, in other words, everything.

No need to get angry, we are all just doing our duty, so I'll just sit here and ignore your questions as you freak out and end up answering them yourself. "Out of all the people in this class, is hard to tell who are the ones that actually know what they are talking about, isn't that weird?" Why should I pay attention to anyone when the only thing that matters is the score I get at the end of every chapter, section, month or whatever period of time seems fitting. Voices in my head keep repeating "Get that degree, get a masters, separate yourself from the rest, it'll pay off", I bet everyone in this class is told the same so I'm not sure how I'm supposed to be different. I don't think the monotony ever ends, I just think we get used to it and forget.

"So what am I doing again? Right... Well, there goes another night, All I want is to be done with this and get a job". I never thought I would hear myself saying that.

"When did I start getting bored of this?" I can still remember the physics and chemistry classes that blew my mind while I was in high school. My old teachers have no idea how much I wished they were still making my life a living hell, I remember those test when a C was considered a huge accomplishment and a B was just a slap in the face, A's where this ephemerous rumor we all heard about but no one believed could exist, unless you were that one guy, "there's always that freaking guy".

I made high shool hard on myself, with a lot of help from my teachers of course. I was anxious to learn and took on tests as challenges, I wasn't scared of failing that's why I learned and didn't memorize the material to then forget it after the test.

Now I'm in College and actually every other semester I'm blessed with a great teacher who I actually learned something from and a bunch of other classes with a guy in front of the whiteboard drawing lines. I can see how it takes a toll on them, even the good ones, I mean I wouldn't want to be teaching a bunch of scared little kids just worried about their GPAs instead of the material, wanting to pass and not learned, thinking an "A" is all that matters, but however sad might be, I guess it does.

"Who's fault is it, though?" How could I possibly blame the students, taking loans and scholarships that demand nothing but results, and numbers from them. They are treated like stats so they treat classes the same way, and how could I blame the teachers when they are evaluated the same way. Coming to school is not an experience anymore, it's not a challenge anymore, it's just a pain, a long lasting expensive pain.

I applaud the ones that find joy in it though, I'm filled with hope when I look at people that found their passion through the same classes I struggle with. It's different for everybody--although cliché that might be. College might not be for everyone, but is a pretty good way of finding who you are and what you are made off.

It's being a while since I took a chance on a test and went with it, instead of remembering the problem that I worked out the day before because I was told it was on an old test. I don't know if that is something I should be worried about but I sure am, so if you are like me, "good luck" cause up next is Nine to Five.

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College As Told By Junie B. Jones

A tribute to the beloved author Barbara Parks.

The Junie B. Jones series was a big part of my childhood. They were the first chapter books I ever read. On car trips, my mother would entertain my sister and me by purchasing a new Junie B. Jones book and reading it to us. My favorite part about the books then, and still, are how funny they are. Junie B. takes things very literally, and her (mis)adventures are hilarious. A lot of children's authors tend to write for children and parents in their books to keep the attention of both parties. Barbara Park, the author of the Junie B. Jones series, did just that. This is why many things Junie B. said in Kindergarten could be applied to her experiences in college, as shown here.

When Junie B. introduces herself hundreds of times during orientation week:

“My name is Junie B. Jones. The B stands for Beatrice. Except I don't like Beatrice. I just like B and that's all." (Junie B. Jones and the Stupid Smelly Bus, p. 1)

When she goes to her first college career fair:

"Yeah, only guess what? I never even heard of that dumb word careers before. And so I won't know what the heck we're talking about." (Junie B. Jones and her Big Fat Mouth, p. 2)

When she thinks people in class are gossiping about her:

“They whispered to each other for a real long time. Also, they kept looking at me. And they wouldn't even stop." (Junie B., First Grader Boss of Lunch, p. 66)

When someone asks her about the library:

“It's where the books are. And guess what? Books are my very favorite things in the whole world!" (Junie B. Jones and the Stupid Smelly Bus, p. 27)

When she doesn't know what she's eating at the caf:

“I peeked inside the bread. I stared and stared for a real long time. 'Cause I didn't actually recognize the meat, that's why. Finally, I ate it anyway. It was tasty...whatever it was." (Junie B., First Grader Boss of Lunch, p. 66)

When she gets bored during class:

“I drew a sausage patty on my arm. Only that wasn't even an assignment." (Junie B. Jones Loves Handsome Warren, p. 18)

When she considers dropping out:

“Maybe someday I will just be the Boss of Cookies instead!" (Junie B., First Grader Boss of Lunch, p. 76)

When her friends invite her to the lake for Labor Day:

“GOOD NEWS! I CAN COME TO THE LAKE WITH YOU, I BELIEVE!" (Junie B. Jones Smells Something Fishy, p. 17)

When her professor never enters grades on time:

“I rolled my eyes way up to the sky." (Junie B., First Grader Boss of Lunch, p. 38)

When her friends won't stop poking her on Facebook:

“Do not poke me one more time, and I mean it." (Junie B. Jones Smells Something Fishy, p. 7)

When she finds out she got a bad test grade:

“Then my eyes got a little bit wet. I wasn't crying, though." (Junie B. Jones and the Stupid Smelly Bus, p. 17)

When she isn't allowed to have a pet on campus but really wants one:


When she has to walk across campus in the dark:

“There's no such thing as monsters. There's no such thing as monsters." (Junie B. Jones Has a Monster Under Her Bed, p. 12)

When her boyfriend breaks her heart:

“I am a bachelorette. A bachelorette is when your boyfriend named Ricardo dumps you at recess. Only I wasn't actually expecting that terrible trouble." (Junie B. Jones Is (almost) a Flower Girl, p. 1)

When she paints her first canvas:

"And painting is the funnest thing I love!" (Junie B. Jones and her Big Fat Mouth, p. 61)

When her sorority takes stacked pictures:

“The biggie kids stand in the back. And the shortie kids stand in the front. I am a shortie kid. Only that is nothing to be ashamed of." (Junie B. Jones Has a Monster Under Her Bed, p. 7)

When she's had enough of the caf's food:

“Want to bake a lemon pie? A lemon pie would be fun, don't you think?" (Junie B. Jones Has a Monster Under Her Bed p. 34)

When she forgets about an exam:

“Speechless is when your mouth can't speech." (Junie B. Jones Loves Handsome Warren, p. 54)

When she finds out she has enough credits to graduate:

“A DIPLOMA! A DIPLOMA! I WILL LOVE A DIPLOMA!" (Junie B. Jones is a Graduation Girl p. 6)

When she gets home from college:

"IT'S ME! IT'S JUNIE B. JONES! I'M HOME FROM MY SCHOOL!" (Junie B. Jones and some Sneaky Peaky Spying p. 20)

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Goodbye School, Hello Real World

I'm ready for ya!


It's starting to hit me.

I've been in school, year after year, since kindergarten. Maybe even pre-school!

Now, I'm about to graduate with my bachelors in communication and I couldn't be more proud of myself. I'll say it. I often sugarcoat it or suppress it but d*mn it. I'm going to applaud myself. It was hard work. It took a lot of motivation, determination, (caffeine), and willpower to get to where I am today. I worked my ass off.

That being said, I can't help but think... What is life without due dates? What is life like without scrambling to turn in an assignment that's due at 11:59 PM? What is life like with actual sleep? Sleep? I don't know her.

Like I keep telling my boyfriend and my parents, I don't have it all figured out. At least not right now. But I will, and I'm in no rush to land my dream job right now. If anything, I want to take a year to myself. I want to travel. I want to sleep in if I d*mn well please! I want to read as many books as I want. I want to write till my fingers fall off (OK, maybe not that).

You get the jist.

I'm free. I can do and be whatever I want. And you know what? That's terrifying.

I'm lost. I've followed this structure for so long. Now what?

I don't have all the answers yet. But for now, at least right at this very moment, I'm so thankful to have been able to receive such an amazing education. And to be able to say I'm graduating with my bachelors in communication at 21 is an accomplishment in itself.

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