I desperately need sleep. I don’t think I’ve heard myself say, “I don’t wanna go to school” to my mother in a long time. But the past few weeks have been unbearable and as she wakes me every morning, it’s been the only sentence my lips can mumble. Of course I manage to force myself to life, and here I am yet again; faking energy thanks to a heavily sugared and caffeinated coffee.
My cycle has been habitual since college began. I wake up to my boyfriend who comes over before school, I get dressed and pack my bag, head out to the city, buy a coffee from the guy who knows my order upon sight at this point and ungracefully walk to my first class, balancing the hot beverage and struggling to get my ID card out of my wallet. As the lecture begins, I turn on my laptop and attempt to turn my brain on as well, after all, it must remember everything being taught; I will be tested on it within the next week or so. The cycle continues several times throughout the day until it’s time to go home.
HALLELUJAH. That’s what most people say when the school day ends. But in my case, the work has not finished. That’s right, I have a job. I go home and enjoy my few hours of complete relaxation, and then head to Aldo, the shoe store located a few blocks from my house. After attempting to meet my almost impossible goals of selling shoe care and handbags on top of a monetary goal, the day has finally come to an actual end. I can now go home and relax. Well, after homework is done.
Some people call me crazy, some ambitious. I agree with both of these accusations. I balance a pretty hectic schedule but in the end, I know I will succeed. I will be the girl who graduates knowing what she wants and where she is going. I’ll have the money I need to financially kick-start my future and I’ll have the work ethic necessary to make it in today’s economy.