it’s that time of the quarter again.

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.

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