Funny rules of a pretend obsessive-compulsive disorder. As my alarm goes off to the great sounds of Cyndi Lopper’s girls just want to have fun I find myself already awake. Why is it that whenever a good song plays on the radio I am always awake to hear it? I think this trait might be apart of the obsessive-compulsive rules that I am beginning to create for myself. Along with folding my towels edge exactly three times on edge before I hang them on the hook. Turning the soap dispenser a quarter of the way around every time I use it so I know I have used the proper amount of hand soap each day. While doing a myriad of other corky habits I always hum "I believe in a thing called love" by the Darkness, I feal it keeps the tempo of my morning rituals. What I can’t understand is why I have no compulsion to make my bed or clean the dishes out of the sink? Checking my calendar to see if any homework is doe, or trying to find a job are not things of compulsion for me. Why is that? I guess I am just a college slacker.
My English teacher is hot. I find this to be a problem. But at the same time I have never given so much attention to proper MLA citation in my entire life. I now feel like I can finally give proper credit to the people who don’t even know I exist. When she gives us in class work I keep on pretending to get things wrong so she will come and help me with my assignments. It is very possible that pretending to not understand actually leads to me not understanding. I guess I have a conundrum.
I find it hard to explain to others “what i want to be when i grow up?” It seems that most of the people here at Dixie have such simple answers to this question “I want to be a dental hygienist” or “I want to be an elementary teacher” or “I want to be rich.” I wish I could say my future career to other people in one sentence! The question “what I want to be when I grow up?” is non-applicable to me. The question that should be asked is not what but who do I want to be. I want to be that person who makes a large impact in this world. What I do to make that impact is of little importance.
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