I go to school only to anticipate my departure from it. I often find myself in various classes dozing off, daydreaming, and simply, lost. The movement of my professor’s mouth is vivid, yet the words that come out from it, disperses in the air, and I am left trying to remember what those words were. But that’s not all. How can they expect us to read numerous amounts of pages and understand them? How can they give us an essay due the same day? Maybe these complaints come from my lack of rest. I feel like it gets harder to find time to just sit back and relax. I just want to sleep without my 6 o’clock alarm going off, forcing me up to prepare for what seems to be, a day that’ll never end. I just want to go home and lie down, free from the chains that bound me to textbooks and work. I just want to go out and have fun without worrying when assignments are due. I wonder everyday, what is the meaning of life?