Permanent Midterm Break

I hoped that the world would end before my shift at work ended. It would have been poetic, honestly. I’d been trying for years to get a job and finally found one several weeks into the start of my university career. And then I would die. That, and, I really did not want to continue my studying for my upcoming history exam or work on an essay for my literature class. When I finished work that fateful Saturday, I would have to do both of those things, before – you guessed, it, going back to work Sunday morning.

And hey, I had just purchased the last two Lord of the Rings books that I was forgetting to complete my collection. So, life complete, I suppose.

I mean, I had gotten into college. I had a part-time job. I had Lord of the Rings. I was good for life.

Granted, I might have been a bit upset that I never got around to publishing any of my writing. But I suppose at my tender age of I’m-not-tellin’-you, this-is-the-Internet, I was never expected to have published anything. Still, I’d been practicing for years, biding my time until I was old enough to have some sort of reputation in the world. It would have been a bit of shame, in a way.

But I really didn’t want to write that essay or get up on Sunday morning to return to work.

The next morning, I realized as I was driving to that fateful place where I go to make money and sweat like a pig while dealing with unruly customers, that the world hadn’t ended.

Really, it was a pity in the end.

I mean, I still have to go to work this Saturday, and I still have that history exam next Monday, and I still have that literature essay due next Tuesday.

Poetic irony ruined.

But I least still have Lord of the Rings.