Never a full summer semester again
It’s that time of the semester again. Actually, it’s been that time of the semester for the last two weeks. This semester, however, lethargy towards school seems to have hit a lot harder than previously.
Having lost my laptop and disrupted my calendaring dependency, I’ve lost track of almost all semi-longterm objectives. Worse yet, I’m enjoying it: feeling carefree is just too awesome.
My data sits untouched encased in a borrowed 2.5in enclosure (btw, Dom, I owe you a beer) and all I can think of all day is planning my next biking trip to a different edge of the GVRD, or going for a few rips up and down Burnaby Mountain. Of course, I know that if I spend the whole day biking, I actually won’t get any work done. So, instead, I opt for some DS gaming, tube watching, or web surfing, telling myself that I’d get down to work after the next race, show, or page.
Naturally, I don’t.
So, the moral of the story, boys and girls, is for me to never, ever take another summer semester as full-time. My grades and psyche won’t survive it, at least not at the same time.