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friday, december 18, 1998, 02:28 the final that i have to take in six and a half hours seems to have little bearing on my life, as does the paper that i have to get written by the time i leave school in less than three days. okay, i'my lying. it just hit me. i just thought about it for a bit and realized that the end of my college career is beginning. three and a half years ago, where was i? i was sitting in my dorm room, actually lying under my lofted bed on the futon on the floor, sick as anything. my roommate had left already. i was trying to get my shit together enough to finish my classes so that i could go home and face the flood of questions coming from my relatives "how's the first semester?" "do you know what you're going to be studying?" and now i prepare myself to return home and face those questions again "how does it feel to be almost finished?" "do you know what you're going to do with that computer science degree? you're certainly marketable. are you going to get a programming job?" and i really don't know if i can handle that. bah. not to mention the fact that the more and more i think about opening a theatre the less and less direction i'm finding that i actually have and the more and more scared i get that this is all just a big crackheaded plan and that i should plan on moving somewhere and working for some big corporation because that's what everyone does. or maybe a small corporation. read some stories. I like them lots.
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