Friday, June 22, 2007

Care

Lately I've taken to appearing not to care about my studies. Someone will ask, "Aren't you worried about all your assignments that are due?" And I'll reply, "I'll worry about it when it comes up." The thing is, I really do care about my classes, but I wish I didn't care so much. Discontent with one's accomplishments can be a blessing though. While it prevents me from enjoying some of my free time, it also prevents me from wasting much of that time. At the very least, appearing as though I don't care will instill in others either contempt, a sense of awe, or help them feel calmer about their own studies.

Oh, summer term, you are so close. With your eager, just-graduated freshmen and your workaholic, no-nonsense seniors... teachers who are wearing shorts and cut the hard parts out of the syllabus. EFers running all around, and the hot sun beating on your back. Running through sprinklers on midnight strolls in the dark heat. Laying on the couch with ice in your mouth because the heat can't be beat. Ahh...

7 comments:

MustacheBoy said...

It warms my heart to see you call them little EFers too.

Krebscout said...

hahahahahahahahaha, EFers.

Anonymous said...

I wonder is it pronounced "e-f-ers" or "eff-ers"?

flippin said...

I don't know any of those workaholic seniors. Aren't they supposed to contract "senioritis"? I know I did.

MustacheBoy said...

I think they're referred to as workaholic because they're working at what they see as a slow pace. The junior year, now that was busy. Senior year is easier. It's still a butt-load of work (unless you were me last semester. Go easy classes!)

Anonymous said...

I think that they pronounce it "Eff-ers" as it sounds much more derogatory that way and these people wish to deride people they don't know simply bcause they are younger people.

Whistler said...

oh, dear anonymous, it's just a joke