Running a Race With Time

Except I feel like the slow kid. You know the one. Every gym class had one. He was the kid who was so heavy and out of shape it took him so long to finish the race everyone else had left for their next class.

I used to make fun of that kid.

It seems I make some sort of update every month near to the day. And it also seems I'm either tired, up far too late, or drunk. It's the second one today.

Class continues for the next month and then that'll be it. No more classes, no extra years. I'm really done with it. I'm tired and sick of it all. If I get the diploma for this extra year, we'll see. Grades are not the problem but there is the matter of 70 hours of a quasi co-op/internship I'll have to find to complete the requirements. Worrying about finding a place, to finding the time, to even my freelance work counting towards it, a question was posed to me: "Does it even matter? You've already got the diploma, do you need the second? Will it matter that much? You don't even really need to finish."

I thought about this. Hell, I'm still thinking. On the one hand, no it doesn't matter. I've got my diploma, I don't need the second piece of paper. I've taken the classes, learned what little was of any use to me this extra year. On the other hand it is akin to running a race and stopping ten feet from the finish line. (Running analogies from me today, and I have no clue why.)

I wonder if the reason the thought of saying screw the co-op hours is because it'll be a hassle and it would be easier not to. No, I'm SURE that's the reason it is apealling.

In other news.

I'm counting the days until St. Patricks Day. Heading out to a pub, winning myself the Kilkeany coat they're raffling off. I found out about the raffle when I went in for a few pints of Guiness after work one day. Which, I should note, means a lot of entries on my part. I should have a good chance of winning it, at least if they randomly choose the winning ticket and make sure the skill testing question is answered correctly. The bartender had gone through the entries and informed me I had answered the question wrong. "Not so," I replied, a slight slur to my speech, "for you have forgotten to take into account BEDMAS." I then had to take him through the math problem and proving that EVERYONE ELSE had gotten the question wrong. He said so himself. Except for his girlfriend. "Well I had better win in that case, or I'll claim bias on that fact." I mean really, the bartender's girlfriend wins? What does that say about the judges. Though I doubt people wouldn't notice. They should be drunk by the time the draw happens. And what does that say about our education system when I, partially drunk, have to correct a sober mans math? End of civilisation is coming.

Also, World of Warcraft, while excellent, pisses me off when it boots me during play, won't let me log back in but claims the servers are up and running.

Fatty McGee, you're so fat. - asmyth82 2:30 AM -