In a moment of brilliance (literally a moment - I really have to work on my impulsivity) I decided to take a psychology course at the local college. I figured that, since I want to get my Master's in counseling, I'd better start brushing up on psychological theories. Or something. I didn't do enough research initially into the prerequisites for the Master's, though, because it turns out that I need a UNIVERSITY level course in psych, not college. Shit. So basically I'm sitting here waiting to enter a classroom for a course that I'll be dropping tomorrow. I really need to re-evaluate my life.
I forgot what it's like to be on a campus. It's been a few years since I was a student and I guess I figured that those feelings of inadequacy would be gone and replaced with a feeling of triumph and an inflated ego that I'm older and wiser that these people.
I...was wrong.
Instead, I'm a 24 year old woman with no direction in life who is taking a college night course that won't even help me in the long run and who forgets that modern day classes probably require a laptop which everyone has here in the waiting area - where I'm not even sure I should be because the location was very vague - and I didn't even think to bring and all the girls here are annoyingly pretty which hurts my feelings and and makes me feel worse about myself and the very worst part is that the super hot guy that I was planning on meeting seems to have been replaced by tiny boys in skater shoes and pants that are tighter than any man should wear and--oh! He was a decent one!
Ahem. This place is terrifying. And I can't find the washrooms. I also remembered that I despise school. Basically I just made the worst choice for myself.
I'm so in tune with my wants and needs.
Love,
Bella
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