7pm and wondering what has possessed me to confine myself, yet again... within four walls, a single door and not a single window; one lecturer at the forefront of the cubed confinement, the professor.
Formal education: Déjà vu. Shouldn’t I consider this all so very passé? It certainly is cliché. At least it’s seemingly provoking my knowledge of foreign language, très bien!
Semester’s dilemma: How will I justify this out-of-pocket expenditure on tuition - rather than travel?
Mered!
dk
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