Mind Ramblings #4

So it's hot outside in September and I can remember when it would get cool toward the end. I remember it being too hot in July and slowly becoming autumn after August. I remember the feeling of all of this because it gave me nostalgia and good feelings. I remember liking a boy that would never kiss me and would only look at me with dark eyes and play off of my affection. Letting go became one of my first lessons in love. Hurting someone while I hid in my room leafing through magazines of Japanese girls with pretty makeup and clothes.

Now I sit uncomfortably in a smoldering coffee shop with faulty internet. The ice in my coffee turns my caffeine addiction into a watery beverage and the dark chocolate chip cookie fills my belly with oils. The heavy metal music permeates the concrete building poking and prodding at my sensitive ears that have heard too much loud music over the years.

Two papers...two more papers. Now I remember why I liked science. No one scolded you for not writing in AP style in lab reports. All that mattered is if your information was right. Sitting in class today reminded me that I am done with community college in two and a half more months. People rambling the first thing that comes to their minds, repeating what the last person said, looking at the teacher with big eyes and thinking 'Hey, I'm talking so I must be doing something right.' If you don't have anything intelligent and thought-provoking to say don't say it. I know it sounds harsh but I'm not paying money for students to blabber on thinking they are 'oh-so-smart' because the teacher and half the class are looking at them.

A girl even had the nerve to ask the teacher: "So, if we're like having our like timed writing on like Wednesday can we like not have to like come to class on like Friday like?" WHAT THE FUCK. I thought I was done with that bullshit in middle school. Since when do people think they can control the class's schedule. I've got shit to learn here and she's trying to cancel my education. The laziness of young adults these days is sickening.

On a lighter note I have no money. But that's all the time...