I'm procrastinating again. It's the end of semester and I don't want to leave this lovely province. This happens every year. I cling to the papers on my desk and the pen in my hand in an attempt to prolong the inevitable: going home. I stay until they kick me out and return home, kicking and screaming. Sometimes I feel guilty about my reluctance to leave home and start a job I hate. Guilty because I know I should be greatful for the opportunity to have a job and make enough money to pay off a fraction of my tuition. Guilty because I hate it so much for the 4 months I'm there. It's not even that I hate working... it's an ok job, but I miss school and reading and writing and class like it's never going to happen again. I get physically homesick for school. It's where I belong. If it were possible, I'd just extend my student status until the end of time...minus the debt.
Completely off-topic, but it occured to me that I never even really got started on the sex education series where I looked at different materials for children. Summer project? Ok sweet. And after I finish my paper on the social/historical construction of menstrual/"feminine hygiene" products for pop-culture class, I'll post that, too.
*Big Bang Theory reference.
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