A Harvard Education has meant for me an almost inhuman disinterest in everything. This is not to say there haven’t been bright moments where I’ve rejoiced in the conversation, the work, the whole mantra that adorns the side door of Boylston Gate — “enter here and grow in wisdom”.
It’s just that, sometimes, I feel like a zombie.
By midterms, I’ve usually lost interest in at least half of my classes. From monday to thursday, I work at least 40 hours. On friday, I give up, reflect upon my week, feel dissatisfied, complain, and sleep. I waste saturday. I waste sunday. On monday, the cycle begins again.
The only salvation in that from monday to thursday, I am usually too overwhelmed to feel dissatisfied.
There’s been plenty of other people who feel the same way. I guess all I really have to say is: to all the South Korean tourists — rub a load of this!
