Writing a paper is so anti-climactic.
You stress, you don't sleep enough, don't eat enough, drink a lot of coffee, etc. The morning it's due you wake up, make a last reviews, and then you start to feel good. You print it out, go to class, give it to the teacher, and by this point you feel like a hundred bucks!
Yet, people aren't clapping.
4 comments:
i think you mean anti-climaCtic? hehe.
Yes...
thanks buddy.
*clap clap clap*
the rest of them you will hear at graduation...an intermidable event where all people do is clap. For hours. For hours they clap for all your papers and all your hard work and every time you wore yourself thin for the sake of education. It's long. It's never-ending. And you keep looking at your watch thinking you should've totally skipped this thing. You can't wait for the fuckin clapping to end. At that point, you will be wishing and hoping for the days you felt like a toonie. Feeling like a million bucks means you have to pay back every penny of that education until you're middle aged and then have found a way to endebt yourself with other things. Oh, wait. YOU don't have to worry about that. clap clap clap fuckin clap.
I miss the adrenaline rush of papers and paintings due.
So now I smoke crack to fill the void.
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