Home Work…Work for Home

Category : Bitch, Daily, Randomage

I think home should be the safe zone. Like when we were children and playing tag and the tree or porch was the safe spot. You couldn’t tag us there if we were touching the safe spot or zone. I feel this should be the same for the home when it comes to homework. There should not be something called homework. Home is the safe spot/zone and therefore when I am there…work, real work or school work cannot touch me here. Seriously. That would be awesome.

In reality though, it is now eleven at night and I writing an application letter for my writing in the professions class. *puts fingers into fake gun position and pulls the trigger*

I cannot wait for the day when I no longer have to do homework. Chances are I will be the one grading it. Who knows. I still do not know what I want to be when I grow up. I chat with a 54 year old man who still doesn’t know what he wants to be when he grows up. This is either comforting to me or scary as hell depending on how I am feeling on any given day.

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I know a bunch of adults who still say that. Add to that the statistic that folks in our generation will change their careers (not just jobs, but total career overhauls) an average of seven times and… we’re pretty screwed. Or lucky. Depends on how it feels that day :)

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