Assuming I'm as good a writer as I tell myself (or at least as good as some people tell me, which is almost as good,) I think I'm probably a much better writer than student.  I can't deny that I'm putting up a slight resistance to the entire idea of University education.  I did this when I started at Sheridan too, but then eventually I started learning things I knew I did not already know and I was able to shut my mouth.  But now here I am wondering if the reason I did not do very well on my last english essay was that I'm so much more interested in writng than reading or in any case writing about what I've read.  And the reason I did as well as I did is that I'm such a good writer that I can get a B simply by letting whatever comes out onto the page be.  It's not an A, but I'm not going to get an A with my attitude.  It's not a C either and isn't that what I can hope for?

So I've found myself wondering what next.  It's not that I'm considering dropping out, although that idea has buzzed in my mind since September.  I'm just wondering how miserable it would be to continue.  Can I put up with my own bullshit and that of the rest of the academic world?  How bad could it be now that I have accepted the level of bullshit out there?

I've been very self-obsessed this week.  It's been a weird one.  I started a bomb scare at school by leaving my backpack unattended.  It was funny.

I've fuckin earned this summer, man.  To hell with essays and readings and lectures and tutorials, at least for now.  If I can earn a couple bucks that'd be awesome, but I'd be happiest just to write.

Keep on rockin', if you will.

-Scott