Six... almost seven hours of sleep coming

"Giddy as a schoolboy."

Hehheheh... yeah, I've heard it before. I heard it back in February. I don't know. I don't know. You know? It's... satisfying. I'm sorry; I should be able to describe it in more words. Maybe throw in some sentences... or phrases even. With or without some imagery. I'm sorry, I don't know what else to say. But I do have this unstoppable grin on my face.

It seems it's always the crazy times, but the best thing about being a giddy schoolboy is that time where time steps aside and makes way for timelessness. And just sitting there and even the pauses in between conversation transcends schedule and assignments and activity. And leaving that time Oh! leaving! is like a very, very funny joke played on you. And you're laughing and in high spirits but you're upset that it was against you. And I'm happy thinking about it, but sad that it's over and I'm heading back to the mode where I am in one place, but anxious about what I have to do next.

And you give yourself to these things, getting up constantly to face more and more. Because I feed off of it. And pushing myself to the limit is how to handle it. The white flag and punking out is not a way to handle it. Just run and run and run and recharge... then run some more.

But I realized that I smile more. And when I'm doubled over, aching and dry heaving in pain; I'm thinking about what it will be like after, when it's over and I won. And how I will be different because of it.

And when I walk into my dorm--at the end of sprint #1 and at the beginning of spring #2--I'm smiling.

And those idiots are counting the days down until we're done.



Note: This is not to antagonize the schedule, assignments or activities. On the contrary, the schedule, assignments and activities are the reason I--and you--are here at this place called higher education. And I'm calling you an idiot to your face if you're paying however much we're all paying and still taking it easy and in apathy.