why does it has to end this way
dear ms misdemeanor,
we all know that a degree seems like the long windy road that all academically inclined square heads pursue in hope of justifying a possibly successful career and life in the future. we all know that this is the fastest route to put our parents' mind at ease by taking the right path. we also know that they have our best interests at heart and in lieu of prevailing circumstances, this could very well be the best option they can offer us for now. To provide us the comfort of being free from nagging issues that bother their otherwise mundane life from being problems of ours.
thank you thank you thank you.
i shall dispense with the formalities and put forth my predilection for the coward's way out- WHINE. more often that not, i feel that i am engaging in topics which i could never make much sense or generate interest towards. dry and deprived of taste, originality and variation. constrained to parameters designated by forefathers of science and resolved mystery. ENgiNeEring- as interesting as i can type the fonts. Without rules, we definitely would not have progressed so far as where we are today , even the country says so, "LOok at out economy being boosted by semi-con, biomed,R&D industries..kept buoyant.. stays afloat despite the stormy climate that has devastated our sand logged neighbours during the economic crisis. rejoice in technological marvel and advancement!" Sad to say, manufacturing still remains as the grande dame of our economic growth( largest number of jobs held by a single industry). This means its very difficult to put engineers in the red. Even if u do not stick yr hands in dirt and soot, other departments welcome u for yr expertise in yr specialised field (its hard for an engineer to be hungry- job though not aplenty, sufficient to thicken the engineer waistline)
but i so HATE the things i am studying especially when i had the chance to tinker the musical keys of Arts and Social Science, how i breathe and swim the currents of everchanging seismic shifts in ideology, language and creativity. there are really no limits how far yr mind can wander. a trip to the stars from the books that twist , unlock and rip you free from the mental fence of logic. how i wish i could hide in the books i read, revel in the things that i won't mind spending hours and hours on( really dread peering from formula to formula, fact to fact, debugging to problem solving-important to the world , perfect for the needed geeks)
time to get back to work, a three day mayhem awaits me, how i shall plaster a grin at the end of each exam, kowing that i won't be able to recall or use the things i studied almost as soon as i lift my ass off the chair and participate in the great flurry, once again, once again...
convicted of disatisfaction( and i am so sure that i am not the only one)
vindicated( its not that i dun want to put in effort, effort eludes me)
repentence( i would i would, someday, shock me , electrocute me and i would)
back and grey( white is prefect, spotless and clean)
change of perspective ( hope not calamity strikes before i sober up and strive, my fingers crossed, clutching my fingers, chewing them off like tablets of prozac comfort)
posted by ruffmeowz @ 6:10 PM
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