Tuesday, May 31, 2011
I finished my paper last night. It was a miserable piece of work. My heart was not into it at all. The carrot on the stick seems to be a bit rotten lately. The appeal is gone. Maybe I’m so burnt out I can’t see anything good anymore. Maybe it was that shitty team paper we did. That was horrible work and our grade reflected it. I hate being part of horrible work. Maybe more than everything else, the carrot is closer and it doesn’t look as good as it did when it was far away.
I liked school when I was a kid. My teachers were nice to me - even mean teachers were nice to me. My favorite teachers (and professors) were those who told stories. I don’t have any stories to tell..er…maybe that’s not true. The truth is I don’t like to talk about me. I guess I would have stories to tell if I talked about me…which is what they did. Hmmm….I’ll have to think about that.