musings of a not-exactly rosebud

10:03 p.m. - 2001-12-30

There are two more days left of the winter break, and then its back to the jailhouse. I still have a few papers and one more college app to finish... start... whatever... and I put it all of till the last second because, well, that's what I do. I've pulled off quite a few last-seconders in the past, and most of them have yielded satisfactory results, so seemed like the natural thing to do, if only for tradition's sake. Besides, I'd finished and sent off the college apps I actually cared about, and the break seemed like as good an excuse as any to forsake all other educational materials under the pretense of "deserving a break."

Maybe I expected everything to automatically get easier after the break; getting through the apps was tough enough, why shouldn't the school year relax along with me? But it makes no sense, really. Getting in the apps was relieving, yes, but it doesn't mean everything else is going to be simpler, or even remain the way it is. After apps come midterms, the usual IB workloads (they really didn't give that much homework over the break, which means they'll be piling it on come the 2nd), rehearsals, college notifications, planning, packing, and nothing gets any easier because its all harder and respites like winter break don't precede ease, they signify the beginning of another hurdle. And that's how the Real World is, so I've been told, and I s'pose I'd better adapt to the concept instead of sitting in a corner with a book, letting time pass by unheeded because I'm sure I'll have enough of it anyway. I'm dependent, underage, unemployed, and the parental units aren't always going to be there to see there are bagels in the kitchen and thick enough lenses in my McGonagall specs.

Heavens. I'm going to have to know how to survive sometime soon. Something to think about, innit, Ivy?

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