There are a few things that I miss about school. Not the sleepless nights, or the ever changing housing, or the feeling of being behind because I had to prioritize work and doctors over homework. I do miss the cheaper rent and financial aid helping out with it, of course, and not needing to worry about the loans just yet.
Mostly, though, I miss the structure: a set schedule that would reset every four months; a break to anticipate and look forward to; knowing that no matter how frustrating a class was, it would end in fourteen weeks.
Now, something infuriating in theory is immortal. A tactile birthmark, of lower income and being a slave to the system. If I’m frustrated, it does not change in fourteen weeks. There is no built in endings, only ones I have to mine for. I’m trying. But it’s trying.
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