Parsley, rosemary, sage, and time

I have 4 classes of American Studies left. Weird to think the semester is practically over. Or, even more- that my first year of college is practically over. Boy time flies when you're too busy doing work to look at a clock. I've already discussed that to death though... Actually, I realized that the post I had thought discussed this did not. So I'm in the clear (yes!).

I've always heard that the college years go by in the blink of an eye. And so far it's proving to be true. It's strange, really. It feels like forever ago that I met my friends here and moved in, but at the same time it feels as though the weeks just zoom by. Time is strange like that. Evil, even.

Time is plain evil:
Slows to a halt in high school,
Speeds up in college

When one is in high school, it's not unusual to be tormented. Between time in school, schoolwork, overbearing parents, underpaid teachers, and rules rules rules- it can really be a torturous process. Most people desire to break free of the high school grind and to get to college. Only problem is, high school goes on and on and on forever (don't worry, it ends eventually- I'm a testament to that fact). Then, when you finally get to college, it sprints out the door before you can even so much as get its name and number (well, that's probably not a great metaphor since you actually do get that stuff, along with a pretty couple of lines on your resume and forehead). So yeah, the moral of the story is that time's an asshole who you can't mold to your uses (unless you're your goldfish Swimmy, who has somehow miraculously lived for 20 years and magically changes his shape and size every year or so).


The title's a pun, albeit a bad one.