Living in the "bubble"
There exists little doubt that my life closely mirrors that of the average hamster. The Thanksgiving Break really drove this home for me, and now I'm scratching at the plastic in desperate hopes of finding the escape hatch...
I show up here at school, say, 8:30. I hustle from class to class. Sometimes I'll break out of the bubble to taste the sweet, fresh air of freedom. I'll grab a quick lunch, but then it's back to my cage... Around midnight I'll begin my drive home, crash into bed, and sleep until 7 when I get up and repeat the process again.
Outside of a quick glance at the Journal in the A.M. and a cursory visit to some time-wasting websites, I have no idea what is happening in the real world. Most of the time I wont be able to guess the day of the month.
And I was sorta ok with all this...
Last week ruined it for me.
Until Thanksgiving, I had forgotten what it was like outside my quaint plastic enclosure. Now I am reminded of what I'm missing... and I'm gnawing at the walls for Christmas.
Only one thing stands in my way: Finals. Finals are going to take my little plastic hamster ball and kick it down 3 flights of stairs. Finals will be the 3-year old neighbor's kid squeezing the crap out of me until I finally bite back. Finals will be the hamster wheel of death; a sadistic torture device that seems to have no end to it's cruelty.
But I will survive, they'll let me out of my plastic hamster ball for 3 whole weeks. Honestly, the thought of break is all that's keeping me going. That and about 2 gallons of coffee..











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