I’m in class. Cataloguing class. A class I am paying almost a thousand dollars to take, and yet, here I sit, blogging. My classmates are doing other various and sundry non-cataloguing activities: playing games, instant messaging, talking about drinking games. Our professor is flipping through a magazine. If I am joking, may I be doomed to catalog Republican Party propaganda in some dank library basement for the rest of time.
I know my last two posts (counting this one) have been lame, but this NaBloPoMo thing is a good thing for me. For one thing, I have a monster draft in the works, something I have been needing to process and write down for months. Working my way through it is allowing me to write about other things, regular fun everyday things. I actually look forward to writing, even though I don’t always get to do much of it.
Like now, because, glory of glories, it’s almost time to go and I don’t want to waste unnecessary time shutting down and packing up.
2 thoughts on “This must be be what purgatory is like”
Yeah, I think maybe you’ve got the same instructor I’ve got. We spent almost 40 minutes last night waiting for her to come back from a cellphone conversation.
We could hear her laughing and talking in the next room. It wasn’t business.
I don’t remember college being like this the first time around.
the writing every day thing can get tough. at least you are writing cute things and not oversharing stupid fat thigh posts…just saying.