This week, I disagree with "No man is an island" or let's just say it doesn't apply to women. I feel like an island today. It's 9pm, and in 31 minutes, I'll be late for my bedtime. That's right. 9:30pm is not most college seniors bedtimes, but it is mine. In less than a week and a half, I'll start full-time student teaching, which means that I'll feel even less like a student than I already do. As it currently is, I have to schedule time with my friends -- and Friday and Saturday nights simply don't hold enough hours.
I feel like I've compromised a lot for student teaching already without losing more friends, but I guess I can't blame losing Dave on it, I just tell people that in the hopes that they won't ask what's really wrong with me. The truth is I'm not sure what's really wrong with me. So what if I want a long term relationship? Am I such an awful person? What if I'm precise? There are lots of perfectly happy obsessive-compulsive people in the world. Is there a sign on my back that says "Rebound here. She's a doormat."? Obviously, this is just venting; however, being the "STRONG" person that I am sometimes I'm forced into venting to my computer. At least it doesn't talk back -- except through my conscience.
The worst part of this situation is that it's simply my fault. I chose to graduate in 3 years. I chose to do my student teaching as an undergrad. I chose to begin having fun this year -- I think. Maybe not sure on the last one -- maybe having fun found me last year. Either way. I'm not losing any more sleep about it tonight. I'm either going to sleep or going to talk to my friends. Sweet dreams.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment