Thursday, February 10, 2000
Well, it's been awhile, and I suppose a lot has happened since I last updated this page (which I guess is practically since its creation). Christmas and New Year's Eve, that's all done with. Not much to talk about there though--same ol', same ol'. Why don't we just skip everything that's happened since November and jump into the present. My classes this semester are alright. I'm not concentrating as much as I probably should, but I've got this notion in my head that school is pointless. I'm hoping this is only some phase every person my age goes through, however unlikely. Why does everyone feel the need to work so hard at it? Yeah, yeah... they all want good jobs and lots of money. Somehow though, everyone will turn out losers in this big game of life. I'm not being pessimistic either. Imagine this... Bobby Collegiate goes to college full of hope and ambition. He's a Pre-Med major, because, well, his parents are doctors. Or maybe they're not--maybe his dad's a mechanic and his mom is a hairdresser. Nevertheless, he wants the good life and he picked a route to get there. He goes through a period of "finding himself" and realizes that even thinking about operating on a cadaver makes him nauseous. He's been a shadow of a person, his parents' puppet. Bobby decides his real calling is in the business field, much to the dismay of his benefactors. The important thing is that he made up his mind and is sticking to it. He's happy. Temporary high. Bobby graduates with a 3.8 GPA and is deemed managerial quality. He becomes supervisor of some seemingly important department of the Sears-Roebuck Corporation and marries Susie, the love of his life, an elementary education major. They buy a house far away from their former home--though if you held a picture of his parents' picturesque suburb up to one of his own, it's likely you couldn't tell the difference. They raise three kids with a high moral standard, designing fire escape routes and preaching abstinence, while the bored kids smoke a couple of strags in the backyard. Who's the winner here? Sure, the scenario varies, but isn't it all the same in the end? Maybe it's just me. Maybe I'm just some kid who knows nothing about life. Maybe not.
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