No, the title isn’t a typo, but rather a double entendre. The first week of spring term has come to a close and I have realized that taking an easy class schedule may not be for me.

 

Having survived a treacherous winter term, I decided to reward myself by taking on a whopping 12 credits this spring. With masterful manipulation I also was able to condense my schedule so that I only have class twice every week. While my newfound life of leisure has been quite a blessing, in the prolific words of Big Daddy Kane, “Pimpin’ Ain’t Easy”.

 

What I mean by this is that it is a complete bitch to get my day started when I don’t have anywhere in particular to be. With so much time on my hands, I am distracted by literally everything that I see. I have so many side-projects and ventures that I would like to pursue outside of class, that the thought of all of them sets my mind into a sort of frenzy. This frenzy is fucking crippling and I end up spending so much time just thinking about all of the things that I want to do, that I don’t do any of them. In a schedule like last term’s where almost every minute of my day was planned out ahead of time (I’m a psychopath like that) I was able to complete tasks, because I knew if I didn’t do them in the allotted time, I just wouldn’t have time for them at all.

 

Now look at me, complaining about having too much time on my hands. How absolutely bougie let-them-eat-cake of me. But nevertheless, I would argue that the price of freedom is knowing exactly what to do with it.