SpongeBrain Jesspants

Today, Monday, was our first day of classes. It really wasn't that exciting to me as it usually is, as crazy as that sounds. Usually I like learning, but I'm just not that stoked about class. Maybe it's the fact that I didn't get to pick the class specifically myself; maybe it's the ridiculously long reading assignments the prof has planned for us every day; maybe I'm getting tired of school. Reading and discussing political philosophy and what is the best way to conduct politics used to fire me up, but I found myself inwardly sighing with indifference at our discussion of what is the best form of government. It felt like a "chasing after the wind" that I had exhausted myself with. I never was much of an endurance runner.
Whether I like it or not, school is upon me, and I don't suppose it will release me from its grasp until it's devoured my time and ravaged my brain capacity. Things aren't gonna slow down one bit until the end and at the moment the prospect is not exciting. Is there a place where time does not move so fast and require so much of a person? I'm also finding it very difficult to focus on anything. I always feel rushed, like I need to keep moving onto the next thing even when I've just begun something else. On top of that, my memory feels waterlogged all the time. One can only absorb so much. I guess that's why I'm so excited to find someplace where I can wring myself out, such as where I am. The wringing is going slow, though.
Anyway, I think I'll read a bit more of the 78 pages of Cicero we're supposed to read by tomorrow, so I can pretend that I know it all. I don't think my sponge will benefit from being dropped in bucket of water. C'est la vie, eh? (hehe oh, Canada)