Today was significant in my life for two reasons. The first is that I (regretfully) have officially reached my mid-20's, celebrating the completion of my 24th year on this earth. The second is that today is the last before embarking on my final 24 credits at Temple University. 24 years old, 24 credits to go, 24 bottles in a case, 24 hours in a day...where do the coincidences end?
Why then, with the celebration of both my final year and my birthday, would I have the blues? It's quite simple actually...I have an indescribable disdain for school. Me and School have never gotten along. The evening before my first day (like tonight) I just can't seem to think rationally. I am anxious about classes and angry that summer's over and wondering if this constant war between the summer months and the education-filled ones will ever end. What makes it more irrational is that I should feel no rush to get established in the working world, at least that's what everyone tells me. That world sucks on a level that my collegiate brain couldn't grasp.
My birthday always marks the end of joyous times and the beginning of backpack hauling drudgery. That's why it's always bittersweet. If you run into me in the next few months, know that I am a better person than I may come across as. Just remember what I was like when the sun was out and the only statistics on my mind were those of the NL East-leading Phightin Phils.
Big Ups to everyone who made my 24th awesome. You guys are the Junior Griffey Jersey to my number 24, cause I'm attached (no homo....obviously no homo...Where did this "no homo" thing come from anyway? Is it related to the "bromance" thing). It was a fantastic weekend, the ultimate way end a 5-star summer.
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