"It's not like WH Auden said, 'And this poem is about having bum fun with other men.' If it did, no one would read it... but I would." -prof

Two posts in one day. I must be insane or procrastinating.

I'm eating dinner before I go to work, and watching my hamster (Chipmunk) going crazy in her cage. She is a two+ year old, blind dwarf hamster, and tries to escape from her cage all day every day. It's sad. But I also kind of sympathize with her. Being a full-time student, I feel like I'm constantly trying to break free from the constraints that tie me down... I'm always rushing to finish yet another essay, or yet another book. I logically know that it's not that easy, but I will eventually be finished my degree. But, more closely, this session is almost over, which means another is just around the corner. I could quit (as a co-worker often suggests when I say I'm stressed), but I must be a glutton for punishment like every other student. Chipmunk also falls a lot when she tries to escape. She climbs on the top-most bars, falls and rolls down two flights of stairs. I could draw a similar conclusion with me and my essays, but I will avoid this depressing analogy, and just say that I wish my essays would be better then they always end up to be. I do enjoy schoolwork, just as I'm sure Chipmunk enjoys her wheel and her supply of food, but I wish I could just escape.