Wednesday, 06 August, 2003
waste

Tuition. A major pain in the ass. Admittedly, there have been times when I have been thankful for the darned sessions but not the whole, “Bleargh.”

Sitting there for two solid hours doing nothing but math questions after math questions, all designed by some crazed, psychotic math-nut to kill or at least, mutilate.

It boggles my mind and completely eludes me how people can step out after tuition and feel enlightened. I feel stupid. I usually have to scrape myself off the floor from having sunk so low in morale. My ego takes a suicidal plunge from the twenty-sixth storey each time.

Perhaps I AM stupid. Perhaps it’s the result of years of people trying to “scalpel and forcep” my mind. I’m not sure. Perhaps it’s my unabated disposition to idleness.

I could think of a million other things to do with my time. And the best part is, none of it involves boredom in the extremity. I could, with that time, have ridden my bike to a place far, far away. I could have watched clouds and day-dreamed. I could have cleaned up my room, baked a cake. Anything, everything. Not tuition.

Whatever it is, tuition is one of my least favourite ways to waste my life away. Math… Bleargh!

“What is this life, if full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.”  -WH Davies