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These last few days of a semester are always the hardest.
I want this to be DONE and OVER. Sure, this has flown by, but the framework of class feels constraining and limiting and slow-paced.

I'm going a little crazy.

I want to dig my claws into the ground, entrench myself, claim something or someplace as mine and stop feeling so adrift. Enough being the dandelion fluff captured in the wind. I want to be the goddamn stubborn bloom that bursts forth and just won't die, no matter how many times it gets mowed over.

I want to go on adventures.
I want to be outside working and building things and exhausting myself.
I don't want to be behind a desk. Give me dirt smears and sweat stains and quivering muscles. Or give me something to ponder, something to solve. Let me have some space and solitude for just a little while and I'll learn, apply knowledge, rock your world, etc etc etc.
Fuck the system. Time to subvert it. I DON'T HAVE TIME TO WASTE. TOO MUCH TO DO.

I don't want to wait until I have a degree to be taken seriously.
I don't want to prove that I can play the game, appease or amuse professors and TAs to get the grades.
I don't want to waste my time on pointless busywork.

I'm capable of doing things that matter, and I'm capable NOW.