The Quintessential Classroom: Free Period
I can hear a whisper advertisement right here. Sorry but yeah.
Free period. All our school lives we wanted these desperately. We have wished for accidents to take place at times (At least I have).That used to happen because studying for six hours straight seemed so dull. It still feels dull. But at least at school we didn't have the pretentious power of leaving as and when you like it. I call it pretentious because firstly, it's not a choice let alone power. Its a gamble.
Which class to go and which to miss. On top of that, we have attendance to be maintained which seems alright but when your only drive to go to college is to get over with it and catch up on your sleep, skipping classes for extra sleep looks downright lucrative.
Spending gaps between classes can range from highly exciting to extremely disappointing. I have had the exciting days and they were fun for sure. Now, what's a disappointing day like?
I will tell you. Firstly, waking up to a horrible dream, getting all your assets squeezed (unintentionally) in the metro, reaching college only to know that morning class has been canceled, sitting in an empty classroom full of nothing but your own thoughts.That's sad because now my mind wanders in all directions where I chose not to wander off. And the worst thing happened. My beloved Jon left my phone screen abruptly. I am not even kidding. One moment I am typing and the next I see is blackness all over my phone. Jon definitely knows how to break hearts.
The silver lining in all of this is that the room is now full of complaining strangers, all their problems don't seem unrelatable. In fact, they speak my language. I told myself not to write anything discouraging and I am not being discouraging here, I am being realistic and honest.
College is hard. But you set the level of difficulty. Your reality might be too overwhelming than your expectations. You tend to sit and contemplate running away to your nearest safe haven. I'm lucky in that case, my best friend is literally down two floors.
However, this is also the time when your gut tells you to suck it up and act mature. If somebody asks me how my day went(usually Mom) I would smile and say 'Great!'. As long as I have the strength to say that, not all has been lost.
Free period. All our school lives we wanted these desperately. We have wished for accidents to take place at times (At least I have).That used to happen because studying for six hours straight seemed so dull. It still feels dull. But at least at school we didn't have the pretentious power of leaving as and when you like it. I call it pretentious because firstly, it's not a choice let alone power. Its a gamble.
Which class to go and which to miss. On top of that, we have attendance to be maintained which seems alright but when your only drive to go to college is to get over with it and catch up on your sleep, skipping classes for extra sleep looks downright lucrative.
Spending gaps between classes can range from highly exciting to extremely disappointing. I have had the exciting days and they were fun for sure. Now, what's a disappointing day like?
I will tell you. Firstly, waking up to a horrible dream, getting all your assets squeezed (unintentionally) in the metro, reaching college only to know that morning class has been canceled, sitting in an empty classroom full of nothing but your own thoughts.That's sad because now my mind wanders in all directions where I chose not to wander off. And the worst thing happened. My beloved Jon left my phone screen abruptly. I am not even kidding. One moment I am typing and the next I see is blackness all over my phone. Jon definitely knows how to break hearts.
The silver lining in all of this is that the room is now full of complaining strangers, all their problems don't seem unrelatable. In fact, they speak my language. I told myself not to write anything discouraging and I am not being discouraging here, I am being realistic and honest.
College is hard. But you set the level of difficulty. Your reality might be too overwhelming than your expectations. You tend to sit and contemplate running away to your nearest safe haven. I'm lucky in that case, my best friend is literally down two floors.
However, this is also the time when your gut tells you to suck it up and act mature. If somebody asks me how my day went(usually Mom) I would smile and say 'Great!'. As long as I have the strength to say that, not all has been lost.
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