check your sugarcoat at the door

EXCITED

The other day my co-worker asked how school was going. Sadly, I’d skipped a semester when my bank account giggled maliciously come registration time. We discussed major opportunities and I explained how I’d declared business some time ago for absolutely no reason other than my desire to graduate and it just might look pretty on a resume to say I know things in regard to business ethics. (Says she who will punch everyone – the ethically challenged, they call me.) I detached from the conversation and took on a morbid gloom, tossing my side bangs over one eye for emphasis. The lack of business driven desire offers zero motivation. The drive here is my urgent need to prove I can finish something and frame an 8×11 piece of paper that says so since my word would never be enough.

This morning however, THIS MORNING, on this bright and teeth-chattering Friday (MUST we always have the air running at subzero temperatures in this little igloo of an office? Will the walls melt, for fuck’s sake?) in a burst of motivation, which feels much like a burning/tingling sensation of the ass cheeks if you must know, I researched an AA I could get behind, a university that offers a BA I could definitely get behind, made an appointment with a counselor, printed schedules and requirements and registered for a late start computer class so I don’t miss this semester entirely.

Journalism & women’s studies – I WILL PWN YOUR ASS.

(silent plee: dear motivation, please last. kthx. love, calamity jill)

-CJ

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