School - it's begun

. . . the late nights, the early mornings, the choir rehearsals that should be labeled as murder (although, suprisingly, I go back every year with excitement and love everything but the rehearsals), which brings me to a thought. Actually a very new thought. I had not planned on thinking this thought, but the thought found me, and lucky you just happen to be reading me.

Why is it that so much of life is this torture. Classes we hate to sit through. Reading that takes decades, projects far too tedious and time-consuming to be considered worth while. Professors that yell, or breathe in too hard when they laugh that make you wonder if they really are a bit crazy. There are the students you sort of know so you either duck around the corner to avoid, or have a shallow conversation well worth avoidance. And yet, I absolutely love it! All of it. I love school. So why do I spend so much time hating what I love?

I sit in choir and count the minutes until we can leave every day. I have done this for two years. And yet, if you asked me if I like choir, I'd say I love it. We are amazing! Doc is a great director and the literature is beautiful. So why drudge my way though the day when I should be soaking up my last year as an undergrad.

I do believe this requires more pondering. Personal, private, pondersome think-time. But I will be back. Don't worry.