Saturday’s Musings on Two Pages
Party in my Dorm Room:
Many of you already know I am a bonified college student. I survived my first week with four courses and a shit-ton of homework. I struggled for finding the time to write. At one time, I wrote every day, until last Monday. The hope is that if I bust my ass every week, I will devote time on Saturdays for writing. I have been using my old pocket calendars from years past as journals. Now they will be used for free-write on two pages and a post on Sundays. I cannot promise perfect grammar and thought process. Unfortunately, all of that is being sucked out of my brain for college.
Party in my Dorm Room
Here I am going back to school some thirty years late. If overwhelming was the only static I had with my first week I wouldn’t complain. However, I was forced into a crash course of Welcome to 2023 I (0 credits) I had to learn some very tech savvy procedures. I uploaded my first ever YouTube video. Which required me to create an account. I had to make another video using Flip and also upload it. Have you ever noticed the lack of photos on my website? Coincidence? You bet.
Welcome to the future Chris Gough.
My son asked me on Friday if I would be like all other incoming freshman and have a party in my dorm room? (That is how we refer to my bedroom now) I replied quickly with a sharp no and added he better not get any ideas when he is a freshman.
“Aww, come on mom. Not even a rager?”
“What? No. I’ll be drinking coffee thank you very much. I have too much to still do.”
What I really needed was to breath. I spent a lot of time on my studies last week. It is redemption time. For every fuck-up I did the first time around I will rectify it tenfold. There is a young man who will enter college at the same time I hopefully graduate. I am doing this for him. Lead by example.
There were times last week filled with guilt. Like cooking supper with the radio turned up loud and dancing around the kitchen. It is no big secret, it takes three times as long to cook supper while shaking one’s hips to Earth Wind and Fire. I could use that time on my studies.
I took one shower last week. Thirty minutes wasted under the hot water is thirty minutes reading chapter one, again. I watched no television and the only reading of books were the one’s discussing the Industrial Revolution, proper writing skills, social reform and how to be a strong public speaker. That last one really needs pictures, I fell asleep twice.
Monday the thought of the amount of work required and all the information online became all consuming. I felt like I had been tossed on the spin cycle for the fifth time. I started to have doubts. Perhaps I had done the wrong thing. But then I remembered….
I can do anything I set my mind to. I am tenacious that way. I took some long walks to clear my head and make a plan. Now I have a much better perspective. I can do this because I want to do this.
I am going to do it right this time. I am going to settle for nothing less than a hard-earned degree. And about that party in my dorm? Well, truth be told, I decided to do a dry January with my mom. We all know how that goes. We have every intention of going off to college and being well behaved and no parties in our dorm rooms.
I drank a well-deserved whiskey in the commons.
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