This is the time in college where there is a slight break in homework, assignments, and tests before the killer Category 6 FINAL HURRICAINE!
For readers at home, and by that I mean Sullivan High School students (or anyone else who is not sentenced to a college dorm; there's a few of you out there), it's like the SHS final crunch, only it occurs in mid-December rather than late-January. The benefit being I've only had one holiday break to forget everything I once new versus two breaks in High School.
I guess helps to make up for the fact that sick days in public school are great and sick days in college are rarely an option.
One takes their benefits where they can...
Anyway, I now find myself with a handful of deadlines interspaced with long spaces of free time. It's nice, but I feel like I'm suffering from a Bi-Polar condition:
I'm free!
I'm dead!
The chains are released!
I don't think I'll ever escape!
I have the time to watch TV again!
I'll never make it off this campus alive!
It's a real pyschological rollercoaster.
The good news is that with finals week comes extra hours at the desk. I should be making a noticiable amount extra this next paycheck. Hopefully enough to fill the hole dug during Thanksgiving.
Of course, I believe I'll have to go sell my blood at the local plasma center to make it through Christmas (It's no coincidence that the Columbia Plasma Center is located right next to MU's campus [it's $15 bucks your first donation that increases $5 every additional time you give again not counting bonuses for returning to sell your blood within a small amount of time... Don't ask me how I know... don't ask me to describe the freaky looking people in the waiting room of the place either... don't look at me like that... Okay I was looking for a story idea, but it was not to be found there. I hope you're satisfied...]).
Money isn't really that tight, and it's not like I'm bursting with blood (I appologize for that mental image), but don't mind the extra cash flow. Especially the things one can buy with said cash.
I'll probably use it all to purchase $10 and $15 DVDs from Wal-Mart, but it certainly beats an addiction to cocaine. Not that I have any official comparative data on that.
I'm working the last regular Hatch shift Friday, December 20 (6 p.m. to 8 p.m.) and the first unofficial shift (we're not open, but I'm sitting behind the desk just in case) 9 a.m. to 3 p.m. It's a stretch, but it pays extremely well to do nothing much at all. Friday evening, it also gives me access to an unincumbered internet access that will help me nurture my neglected mp3 collection. Maybe I'll add some music videos too. It's all good.
I'll also be able to crank my music to fill up the entire wing, since I'll be the only one there (though I'll have to compete with Frank Sinatra, an artist favored by my friend RJ who is the staff member who lives in the other boy's wing on the 5th floor. I don't know what I'll blast to counter him, but we shall have "Dueling Speakers" to entertain us).
I'll also have the added bonus of playing "Disaster Movie: Plague" where I pretend that a virus has killed off most of the human race and I'm left alone on a deserted campus (One doesn't have to wait till commencement to this game at Mizzou. You can also play that game Sunday morning, because most people are either hung over, or have gone to church, so there is practically zero traffic no matter where you go on campus).
Life is slow/busy/okay by me. I know money is coming, I know rest is coming, and I know I only have to type 20 more journal entries in the next 32 hours for Hummanities 103.
No sweat!
Considering how fast I crank out these rants, I'll be done in no time.
I'm off to go rant for grades now.
Life is good.
