Serious question. What are we even doing?

As a college student, I'm completely clueless. I like to act like I have my s*** together, but truthfully, I don't have the slightest clue. I walk into work in the morning, serve some coffee, and when I'm asked what I want to do when I get out of school I cheerfully say, "I'm keeping my options open."

But what does that really mean? Well, to tell you the truth it means, "I have no freaking idea what I want so maybe I'll pour your coffee for the next 9 years."

But you know what? It's totally okay! Because apparently college is for "finding yourself" and "exploring your options." Um... the only findings I've had are the pretzel underneath the table I was sitting at in the library tonight.

"Oh but you're in the library advancing your education! You have a bright future!"

Do I though? Want to know what I was doing in the library tonight for 3 hours? A little bit of Christmas shopping {for myself}, a smidgen of simply {looking} at my calendar of things to do, and a bit more of people watching and thinking to myself, "Man I could really go for a pretzel right now..."

So I ask again - what are we even doing?

Breaking our backs over classes that we will never learn substantial things from, losing our minds from the countless nights that we haven't slept, pulling out loans for an education that can only get us so far. Are we just killing time? Are we wasting it?

Who knows. Maybe it's the sloppy student in me who is ready for this semester to be over and is losing faith in this school thing.

But hold on tight young one! Persevere! Do not give up! I feel like I'm fighting the inferius off while trying to get that damn horcrux [horcrux=diploma.]

Sadly, I am at the end of my thoughts as I lay here in bed wondering what the hell I'm doing. If you know, then give me some sploosh and tell me what my future holds. Am I Hector Zeroni? Am I destined to climb a mountain fertilized with sweet onions and break my family's curse?

I can't stop, my head is spinning. What is this feeling? Loathing. Unadulterated loathing. For your...school, your class, your sporting.

Why can't my mind reel like this when I have a paper due that night?

My rant is over. I know I'm not alone here though! Good luck to those in need of some motivation. The search is on, the quest for some free time and answers to that STATS question.

I believe in you, my fellow student. Push on!

You go get that horcrux.