Schooled.

Im not in the best mood at the moment. I woke up this morning feeling so pissed off for reasons I can't explain. That can't be good for me.

I'm going to start school again in the very near furure and I have mixed feelings about it. I'm sitting in my chair and wondering why I would put myself through another semester. I'm going to be waking up every morning a few more hours away from another three hour session in which I will be asked to regurgitate four months worth of educational material inside a small blue book. This regurgitation of material is all for a greater quest to receive the first letter of the alphabet scrawled in red ink from a ball point pen across the front of my work by a professor who would probably rather be else where just as much as I myself would like to be. we find ourselves doing daily battles on quiet library floors in preparation for our scholarly showdowns. Somehow trying to ignore the simultaneous vibration of the cell phone and the ever present Facebook updates while absorbing the difference between the zooplankton which inhabit the Benthic Zone and those who roam freely in the open ocean. Hah, “roaming free” is the last phrase that should come anywhere near the subject matter of this post. It seems like all of my heroes dropped out of college. None the less, onwards we press.

Now don’t get me wrong. I am not a spoiled bastard of a child who doesn’t realize how blessed I am for the opportunity to receive an education. Just understand that it is a frustrating thing to be told that you have to pay for, and register for meaningless classes in order to graduate with that illustrious pieces of paper. The entire process and run around seems entirely backwards but none the less necessary today, and what’s even more saddening is that a bachelor’s degree is no longer even a marker of somewhat assured success in today’s world. Ask any one of the recent college graduates who are back at home searching for jobs where their degrees are as common as the paper on which they are printed. It sounds like a bad Kanye West College Dropout skit but it’s the truth. Maybe I need to find my own inner dropout and spend a summer following my passions like Mr. West and countless others once did. Sounds like a good plan to me. Fishing expeditions, writing of substance, and the greatest modeling career the P.I. has ever seen WOOOOO (shout out to my buddies Drew and Lee) here I come.