53.

Another semester comes to a close and I am one step away from
a piece of paper claiming that the information shoved
at me in the past 5 years is worth X amount of dollars.
thinking about this though.... I honestly feel like If I didn't
NEED that piece of paper to be able to get a job that I would
have skipped college all together. For the most part I have
known what I wanted to do in life since I was 14 and these
past years, I haven't even done any work towards that goal,
so really what was the point? I have always wanted to write,
and I have always written, and yet five years of college
and my writing has not changed, I still have no idea how to
write pieces that are grammatically correct (though many prof. have tried to help and for that and I am truly thankful). I have been so busy studying
for exams on war stricken countries, angles of triangles, and how many bones are in the Human body, that I never get to work on my writing. In ten years will I really need to know how to use the so and so's triangle to figure out how many ways the smith's can have 6 boys and 4 girls? Will I need to name all the bones in the human hand? I just want to write! I am looking forward to this summer, I hope to actually make a dent in a story that I have attempted to start on numerous occasions. I fear I will never succeed in getting this idea on paper(or rather, screen), since graduation is looming in December and from there I'm sure a mindless job to pay the bills, and I'm scared, scared that never will I meet my goal of wanting to be a writer, because something else will always be in the way of me and my words.

H.