Why I Need School
Aug. 29th, 2003 02:53 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
alexmegami(Alternatively titled: Why I Am An Annoying Whiner Who Is Never Satisfied, But Please Don't Mention That Fact Because I Really Don't Like Punching People)
Summer vacation has two major draws for me. The first is my birthday - guaranteed to be fun, and as a bonus, people give me stuff. This birthday was doubly, nay even triply good, mostly because it not only involved a party, it involved an entire bottle of Irish Cream.
The second, which I did not get this year due to work, was a trip. Usually we go *somewhere* - two years ago it was my aunt and uncle's; a year ago it was the Dominican Republic. I need a trip, not for the relaxation it gives but for the break from the ordinary.
Waterloo sort of counts towards this: it's a second home, but it has novelty. I expect in a year or two that will have worn off, but by that point, I'll be going into my last year, so what will it matter? Still, Waterloo (and Ohio, and even to some extent Missouri) are all 'normal' places. They don't have the warmth and oceans of Mexico or D.R.; they aren't interesting and foreign like Italy or France.
The reason I didn't go anywhere this year was because of that vile necessity known as work. Now, I'll be the first to tell you that I get bored at the rapid rate of "one week of vacation will do it for me", unless, of course, there are friends around (more on this later). Work, however, is even less pleasant. Yes, you get money, but at the sacrifice of the three S's: sleep, sanity, and social life. As anyone who hung out with me while I was still working knows, I was convinced that I only really existed on weekends. The rest of the time I was replaced by an automaton that went to work, did nothing, and came home, possibly eating and definitely sleeping while there.
But what if I had not needed to work? Well, then, I would have been trapped in an endless summer day, bored out of my skull at home, but at least sleeping more. I could have rectified that problem with friends, but the fact is that they are all:
-working as well
-on vacation/camping/otherwise gone
-an hour away
-just as boring as I am, and thus annoying after the first few minutes/hours/days, depending
-two or more of the above
...leaving me either bored and alone, bored and not alone, or annoyed and not alone and wishing I was.
Also, there is nothing to do solo in Brampton, and not much in pairs or more, and Mississauga and Toronto are both fair treks, even by car. (The Waterloo argument is moot - Mississauga is half the time but more boring, TO is the same time and I'd spend less time there. Also, there is less parking in Toronto.)
School is not as taxing as work, I feel like I get something useful out of the effort I put in, I'm surrounded by people with similar interests and goals - but not necessarily similar ideas, and if I am very irritated by people at the moment, I can excuse myself to go study, or pound on the DDR machine in the Cove, or go get bubble tea, or any number of things that are only a five to fifteen minute walk away.
And that is why I need school.
Summer vacation has two major draws for me. The first is my birthday - guaranteed to be fun, and as a bonus, people give me stuff. This birthday was doubly, nay even triply good, mostly because it not only involved a party, it involved an entire bottle of Irish Cream.
The second, which I did not get this year due to work, was a trip. Usually we go *somewhere* - two years ago it was my aunt and uncle's; a year ago it was the Dominican Republic. I need a trip, not for the relaxation it gives but for the break from the ordinary.
Waterloo sort of counts towards this: it's a second home, but it has novelty. I expect in a year or two that will have worn off, but by that point, I'll be going into my last year, so what will it matter? Still, Waterloo (and Ohio, and even to some extent Missouri) are all 'normal' places. They don't have the warmth and oceans of Mexico or D.R.; they aren't interesting and foreign like Italy or France.
The reason I didn't go anywhere this year was because of that vile necessity known as work. Now, I'll be the first to tell you that I get bored at the rapid rate of "one week of vacation will do it for me", unless, of course, there are friends around (more on this later). Work, however, is even less pleasant. Yes, you get money, but at the sacrifice of the three S's: sleep, sanity, and social life. As anyone who hung out with me while I was still working knows, I was convinced that I only really existed on weekends. The rest of the time I was replaced by an automaton that went to work, did nothing, and came home, possibly eating and definitely sleeping while there.
But what if I had not needed to work? Well, then, I would have been trapped in an endless summer day, bored out of my skull at home, but at least sleeping more. I could have rectified that problem with friends, but the fact is that they are all:
-working as well
-on vacation/camping/otherwise gone
-an hour away
-just as boring as I am, and thus annoying after the first few minutes/hours/days, depending
-two or more of the above
...leaving me either bored and alone, bored and not alone, or annoyed and not alone and wishing I was.
Also, there is nothing to do solo in Brampton, and not much in pairs or more, and Mississauga and Toronto are both fair treks, even by car. (The Waterloo argument is moot - Mississauga is half the time but more boring, TO is the same time and I'd spend less time there. Also, there is less parking in Toronto.)
School is not as taxing as work, I feel like I get something useful out of the effort I put in, I'm surrounded by people with similar interests and goals - but not necessarily similar ideas, and if I am very irritated by people at the moment, I can excuse myself to go study, or pound on the DDR machine in the Cove, or go get bubble tea, or any number of things that are only a five to fifteen minute walk away.
And that is why I need school.
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Date: 2003-08-29 12:37 pm (UTC)Myself, I only had one weekend a month... and noone to share it with at that.
I can't wait to move into my apt... I'm jealous of my roommate >_
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Date: 2003-08-29 10:05 pm (UTC)Why jealous of your roomie?
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Date: 2003-08-30 02:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-08-29 01:48 pm (UTC)That said, I'm looking forward to the freedom I obtain in just an hour and 15 minutes ;)
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Date: 2003-08-29 10:04 pm (UTC)The money is nice, but when approximately 75% of your paycheque is going to your parents, and the other 25% is for gas and food, you tend to question why you're bothering doing the work.
I mean, really. One night of tricks - hell, one trick if I played it right - could, in theory, give me more than a week's worth of pay.
Of course, there's that whole illegality issue, and also the fact that I just don't want to sell myself into prostitution. Ah well.
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Date: 2003-08-29 10:10 pm (UTC)Maybe you should diversify your interests and start liking going other places too?
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Date: 2003-08-29 10:33 pm (UTC)I also don't much care for the outdoors, at least not in Canada... damn bugs.
Suggestions/offers are always welcome though.