My backpack is heavy.
It reminds me of when I was in middle school, or even high school. I’d shuffle between classes with an oversized backpack, which held all of my textbooks. Of course I would eventually use them, but barely. And with great pain to my back. Or, I think so anyways. I don’t remember much of middle school and high school anymore.
But the reason I bring this up is, I mean, it’s kind of telling of my situation. I clearly do not enjoy lugging this thing around campus, but I have to. It’s not like I have a car to keep my books in until they’re needed. It’s not like I have the luxury of not bringing my textbooks to class, since even if you’re not always damned if you do bring them, you’re certainly damned if you don’t bring them. Hell, I even loaded my schedule to Tuesdays and Thursdays from 8am to 2pm straight, and then it’s off to the high school to coach speech and debate until 5pm. So it’s nine hours of both not being home and carrying all this garbage in my bag.
Okay, it’s not garbage. They’re books from the school’s lending library and I was lucky enough to get them checked out for the entire semester for free. I made the mistake of trying to buy all my books from the campus bookstore last semester and that bill, uh, was very big. Big enough that I will never do it again. So I’m happy that I can at least have them for the semester and that I didn’t have to pay for them.
But they’re still heavy.
Speaking of starting early in the morning, it’s been a few years since I’ve had to wake up early for a class. I’ve had to wake up for work by 6am back when I bagged for Albertson’s, but the last time I went into an 8am class on purpose was, well, a few years. I already said that. Stop that.
So now I have to start sleeping two hours earlier than I usually do, namely scaling back from midnight to 10pm, which is rather early in my point of view. But if I want to be up by 6-6:30 and be chipper enough to pay attention in class, that’s what I have to do in order to succeed.
I’m optimistic about it, and I think that’s a good thing to be right now. So I’ll have to deal with waking up early, and spending nine straight hours outside, and dealing with the equivalent of dragging a cinderblock across campus. And I have to pay attention and stay focused for six of those nine straight hours. Sure. Whatever. I made it past today with those things present. I can do it again.