It’s the beginning. It’s the resentment; the feeling that my time here is not worthwhile; the worthlessness I feel when I enter the classroom. I don’t need to be here. I don’t want to be here.
What am I even doing here?
Wasting my time, that is. I could be doing something productive. I probably wouldn’t be, but I could be.
The entire test schedule is already on the syllabus. I could just come back on those days. But ultimately I’ll be back for every class. Just because I feel bad for skipping.
I’ve never felt this way about a music class before.
This is my life.
edit: I was wrong. There’s no test schedule. great.
One reply on “it’s that time of the quarter again.”
Dats ill you just remember its dis quarter ownly dawg don’t wurry bout it