Oh College, You Fickle Creature

College is such an enigma to me. Sometimes I feel right at home amongst all the coffee drinking hipsters, the loud talking party girls and frat guys with their hats turned sideways talking to their bros about god knows what. Other times I'm thinking...what am I doing here? Especially when I was going to school at Central I was always at either end of the spectrum, either really happy to be out of the house, or really misplaced and lost feeling. And it wasn't just that I was living off ramen noodles and cigarettes. Things were just weird in general.
And it's not just the social aspect of it, the academia sometimes feels over my head. Other times however, something clicks and I actually feel like I'm being challenged and I'm learning something interesting and useful.
Now that I'm back at the local community college I feel like I'm cheating and taking the easy way out even though I'm told that it's the same education for a lower price. Which is probably true. But I can't help but feeling that it's the simpler option. Not as much thought and effort involved. But maybe that's good. I have always preferred doing other things with my time instead of going to class. Even in high school my attendance record wasn't great. My problems are many, they include not going to bed until very very late at night, not waking up until very late in the day, procrastination, laziness, failure to plan ahead, and the general assumption that the things I really need will find me and fall into my lap.
For these reasons and many others a four year university was a waste of money for me at this point in my life. I'm unorganized, and I'm kind of a stoner. Since getting this job I have been feeling a little more responsible but even so I'm nowhere near as prepared as I should be. Anywho, I'm applying for another job tomorrow but I also have a huge amount of work due for my writing class that is all scattered across my desk. Oh well!