There are
milestones that represent metamorphosis and growth, and one reaches such a
stance that causes their recluse. I am at such a point. Reality is irritating
me. My friends depress me. Their small lives and small dreams bore me. I refuse
to admit the comparison being made between them and me, but I don’t admit
something rotten is going on. I am Denmark.
My academic
career is fascinating me lately; is the most acute case of a love-hate
relationship. I want to drop out of the doctoral program but that presents
itself as the most nauseating and rancid thing I could ever do. Where the hell
would I go and why? Some people are destined or made for it. And I am not.
Education is my field, and I will undergo all the steps it takes to reach my
scholarly pursuits, I set them and will continue to learn every step of the
way.