150 hours lie between me and a week solid of shredding.
It should be easy right?
I mean Aron Raslton survived nearly that long with his arm stuck under a rock.
Did Aron Ralston have to deal with midterms, group projects, e-homeworks and pop quizzes though?
Macroeconomics will always be there, this magazine might not be though.
Stealing glances at my skis as they recline in all their glory against the wall.
The test will be easy compared to the trials that come with studying for it.
“Discuss the modes of representation present in documentary” the prompt reads.
Maybe I should watch it again, for “scholastic reasons.”
Maybe not, the teacher might not find another ski related paper amusing.
My semester of “research” onLike a Lionmay have left her a little jaded.
Procrastination brings with it pseudo-metaphysical meanderings.
What is the real value of a grade?
Will I ever use anything from this class ever again?
Is book learning more important than experiences?
There is nothing like an imminent test to bring out the wilderness philosopher in us all.
Deep sayings roll off the tongue easily when there is an analytical paper to be written.
“The mountains are my school, and my teachers are the trees.”
“I have learned more from a deep mountain lake then I ever will from a textbook.”
Fluffy meaningless jingles take new meaning when your only goal is avoiding school.
In this moment the struggle is real, this obstacle is too imminent, too aggressive.
It’s more feasible to ski Everest than to complete this assignment.
Don’t give in to your weaker self.
Set those distractions aside.
