I'm just about finished with my first semester of college and I have to admit that reality has yet to leave me on the floor begging. It's a trance. Growing up, all I was ever told was that "you have to get good grades or else colleges won't want you!" For me, it wasn't until around my sophomore year when college became a tangible matter. It finally grasped my soon to be realities. It was more like an "Oh shit, I should probably start thinking about my future." It's not that I didn't see a future for myself or that I didn't care for one, but I was to naive to think of one. I mean, c'mon, I was 16 years old only cared for my angst and rebelling against authority. I didn't give a shit that colleges probably wouldn't like my average student grades, hell, if I didn't care about the grades why should they?
Well, now I'm here, in a dorm, living the college life that I've only priorly gained an understanding through with raunchy movies (21 & over). But, I'm diggin' it. College is exciting for those who make it such. If you actually enjoy educating yourself (which the majority do) then college is exciting. if you just enjoy getting wasted and outrunning cops then college is exciting. It's the only point in my life where it is okay to be broke as hell but still find ways to pull money out of my ass to pay for a textbook. But, it's okay because once I get my degree it'll all pay off, right?
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