My university hosted an alumni event for its Nashville alumni chapter, and I was asked to attend in case any of our Middle Tennessee alumni are teachers/have high school-aged children/would like more information about the admissions process. Y’all know me — I’ll jump at the chance to do any kind of travel or meet new people, so I was more than happy to go hang out with some fellow alumni and watch our basketball teams kick butt. Nashville, however, is two hours away from Jackson, and staying up until midnight just isn’t my bag anymore.
I know. I’m twenty-two! I should be all about staying up late, but I can’t. I work more than forty hours a week, and by the time nine o’clock rolls around, I’m ready to get in bed. Of course, it doesn’t really work like that on most nights. Bed time is usually between ten and eleven, so midnight is way, way, way too late for me — and eight o’clock came way, way, way too early this morning. So much for being ambitious and going to the DMV and becoming a licensed driver in the state of Tennessee. (Next week, I promise.)
Anyway, it could be because I am freaking exhausted and totally ready for bed at 8:30 on a Friday night — Y’all can quit being jealous. — but I am just over a lot of things. I’m constantly surrounded by college students, and I’m over their irresponsibility. I took responsibility for every decision I made in college (good or bad … but mostly good) and never blamed someone else for my mistakes; I was responsible for everything I did — communicated with my professors if I missed class, made the appropriate arrangements to get notes, made my apologies if I had to miss something for any of the million extracurricular activities in which I participated, etc. — but it seems like no one else does that. Um, can y’all grow up please? I mean, seriously, do not come complain about how you think you’re failing when you haven’t gone to class because you’ve been sick but haven’t talked to your professor. Guess what? She thinks you’re skipping class. Please use common sense.
I’m also pretty much over Valentine’s Day. I’ve never been a huge fan (although it does often involve copious amounts of chocolate), but I cannot stand anything Valentine’s Day-related this year. I don’t want to hear about it, I don’t want to think about it, I don’t want to see it. Just move on.
And also, for the record? If I had a boyfriend, I’d probably love him more for not doing anything for Valentine’s Day instead of wasting money on sending me flowers. I’m just saying … but I’m also just hanging out in the bitter barn tonight.
