Dear gentlemen and gentlewomen,
After long deliberation, many sleepless nights, hives and heaves, panting and fainting and generally freaking out in all imaginable sorts (repeated and shuffled), I had decided to quit my University degree.
Considering that, generally speaking, I somewhat grew up as your typical goodie little straight-A Asian kid who has always taken for granted that she will be a uni grad, this would be, as I’ve briefly hinted to before, the Second Hardest Decision I Had To Make. But, when it came down to it, it just seems completely & utterly senseless to me that I shall have to dispense overwhelming emotional, mental and financial resources (all of which I have in very limited amount) for the mere pride of obtaining a degree I have no intention whatsoever to ever use again and, in all likelihood, will be forgotten like an innocent victim in the thorny paths of Self-Preservation. And though I haven’t a fucking clue as to what will become of me now, I am 98.667% certain that I will lose all [little] sanity left should I have to continue the few courses – as ‘measly’ as they are – I do have left.
Well, that’s not quite true. I do have some clue as to what I will do. Project London is in full throttle (hurraaaaaaaaaaaah!!!), and this entire higher education bullcrap is ingrained far too deeply in my brain to know that I cannot be satistified without a ‘proper degree’…. Of course, I am also well aware that everyone who quit their education had, at one time or another, convinced themselves that they will return to school only to find that life isn’t quite that simple…. Alas, I will still naïvely go through with my decision, and take this very much needed time to finally, properly, breathe.
Figure things out. Decompress. Live.
On my own. In my own terms. In my own space.
Three thousand miles away.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go change as I just made a little wee in my pants.
Monday, July 30, 2007