confused arab chick

everyone i know who was still in school graduated in the last month.

well, almost everyone.
definately everyone born in or before 1985.

me, i'm still toiling away at a damn bachelor's degree.

i'm writing a paper as we speak. well, as i write. you know what i mean.

i was so adamant on wasting time before i started university. so stubburn. so young, so convinced time was on my side.
meh, i had fun.

anyway- so paper writing. it becomes such a production process. Pick a theoretical framework. Pick a topic. Apply A to B. Conclude conventionally. Professor is happy. Grade is good. I am happy. Next.

I have issues with capital letter. I really dislike them.
But that is another story.

summer school is boring
the dry electives
the disinterested students
the part time TAs (forget the professors completely)

once its out, i'm going to resume my travel madness
but me thinks i need to enjoy some "summer" in the city first

Grand Prix weekend is fast approaching.
They've put the fashion tents up and the flags are waving above Alexandre.
June. Cars. Mini Skirts. Summer time.

Where am I?
In front of a computer screen in an air conditioned apartment.