I really don't want to go to class today. I seriously don't want to go to class today. It is not because I don't appreciate knowledge and the importance of academics, mostly it's because sitting in this class feels like torture. Well really the closest way I can think of explaining the way I feel in class is to use the story of Richard Alpert. My time in class is EXACTLY like Richard Alpert's life.
First there is the loss of freedom. As I walk into that big sterile building and the doors slam shut behind me I know that for the next three hours my personal liberty and choices will be in the hands of another, who will be known as Patty.
The first couple hours of class will be a struggle between me and patty for control of my happiness. I will combat Patty's skills at ruining my life with various methods including daydreaming and doodling. In the end Patty always wins.
The last hours of class I will stare at the clock as freedom is so close yet so far away. I am so close to getting that sip of water but after awhile it feels like an impossibility.
Good news is I eventually get out of Patty's clutches to make my way home to my friend. This friend will offer me some wine.
I will spend the rest of my evening drinking and conversing.
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