It’s Astounding–Time is Fleeting!
Eleven years ago, five minutes felt unbearable, and anything more than an hour stretched on forever. Now, time passes in a blur–I get out of class, sit down at my desk, and suddenly six hours have gone by, it’s dark outside, and I still have work to do. As each day ends, I’ve become increasingly concerned about how quickly this semester is moving because it means that as time moves forward, things will appear to move faster and faster.
When I draw, I zone out, focusing only on my art. The quiet scratching of my pencil moving across the paper is punctuated only by my subdued muttering (I talk to myself sometimes when I draw), and I have no concept of how long I have been drawing. I can equate this to other work, too–if it is interesting, I become immersed in it.
A strange paradox comes to mind concerning how I view this first month of college: The first day of classes could have been yesterday, yet at the same time I feel like I have been here for much longer than four short weeks.
Wednesdays are my official “get stuff done” days. but no matter how early I get up, there are never enough hours in the day for me to accomplish all that I set out to do. This morning, I was awakened at 6:30 by the high-pitched shrieking of my alarm. Once the morning mental fog cleared up, I picked up my sack of dirty clothes, some detergent, and made my way to the laundry room.
It might seem absurd getting up this early to clean, but if I put my laundry in at 6:40-ish, I can jump in the shower, chat with my mom on G-mail, transfer my laundry to the dryer, and eat breakfast all before 9:00 AM. At this point, I always feel proud of my accomplishments.
Suddenly, it is 11:45, I have to run to class, and I feel like I have done nothing. What happened between my ultra-productive morning and then? I normally spend that time studying, folding clothes, studying, changing sheets, and studying–however, I never have anything to show for it, except a tidy bed.
The speed at which 7:00 AM turns into 8:00 AM, which then becomes 3:00 in the afternoon is unbelievable.
September is coming to an end, meaning that Fall Break and (ugh) midterms are just around the corner. Fortunately, Halloween–a sugary distraction–occurs right around our midterm exams.
As fast as time has been moving, it is reasonable to expect the old, saggy Halloween pumpkins to be swept out to make way for the Thanksgiving entourage of turkey and stuffing. On my calendar, Thanksgiving is a couple pages away, but I know that as the work piles up, deadlines will swoop by, and all of a sudden I’ll be thinking about my mom’s turkey and my dad’s pecan pie.