The other day Mary and I were having another one of our conversations about the fact that our futures in academics are pretty much non-existent. Later that day I received a text that said, " I know what we can do when school doesn't work out" the answer was " Be tennis commentators".
So that has been stuck in my head for the last couple of days; the idea that I am probably not even qualified enough for that has really been what has been floating around my head.
I wonder what it is that I really know, I mean supposedly after you have taken a certain amount of classes you know something, but I really doubt that I actually know anything. This term I am having to drag myself to class and drag myself to do the assignments and I hate it! What I hate more is that I can't get over myself enough to find a way to be invested in my classes, I should care, I know I should, but the problem is I keep going to the library and find myself wandering the aisles and there in the copious miles of books I find what I am invested in.
Dammit what do I do with that though? Tennis Commentator it is then.
