In this revoltuous times in college, my nerves are running rather delicately along the edge of a breakdown cliff... doesnt seem that they will ever transcend the barrier of stability into a realm of uncertain disparity...but the fact tha we are so close does not aid in its retreat either.
I see them standing still yet anxious at the border, a peaceful battle that occurs withing, like the tension you feel at a DMZ between two countries at war...
Exams soon will be over, and depending on my approval record I will either resume my work, closely followed by few yet startlingly important to me, or I will be even more submerged in the underworld that is a college students study routine...
Shall my presence be requested upon, I will be neutrally boyant in a blackened sea amongst stacks of papers on philosophy, theory, french, german, latin and any other arduously annoying linguistic morofosyntactical pieces...its what gives when you want to become a linguist, though, I can brag of knowing 4 languages ... and you?
I shall leave this romantical view on my lifelonging education and resume to the habitual routine that awaits me on my desk.
For all those of you out there...leave language to the linguists, we make sure your dreams can come true...youre the one who shall follow them...teehee