An Open Letter to Students EVERYWHERE

Because B-Metro is my slave driver:SLEEEEEEEEEP

We dread it and slap our alarm clocks. We grunt and moan and eventually make it to school, half asleep and planning our mid Shakespearian review nap. At the time, school seems “stupid” and for the most part boring. Seeing our friends is great and the parking lot after school is a mess, but the freedom of being in our own cars is awesome. Oh, and we know everything.

Then we graduate, and for a lot of us, we attend college. Within a few short days of university level freedom, mounds of awesomeness open before us as we taste nectar from the Do Not Have To Get Up At 6 AM tree. And we schedule 10 a.m. classes (or later) and think our 8:30 lab is early, even when we know we will show up in our pajamas at 8:28.

At some point during the next 10 year (plus or minus), we meet someone and get married. We have children and those children grow up.

And then, the worst thing happens - our offspring go to school.

Which means that we re-dread and re-slap our alarm clocks. We re-grunt and re-moan and eventually make it to school drop-off, half asleep and planning our nap that we’ll likely never get.

So my advice to anyone reading this IN college now is (cont.)

OOH! Can you believe I just did that? I cut you off MID SENTENCE. Not only mid sentence, but AT THE “CLIMAX” OF MY POST. I’m such a bitch.

Finish reading, please and cupcakes, after the jump.