Time is an Hourglass Glued to the Table

"My adolescence progressed normally: enough misery to keep the death wish my usual state, an occasional high to keep me from actually taking the gas-pipe."
-Faye Moskowitz

Approximately 25.0% of my week is squandered in an atmosphere populated with persons of my age, which is in the ballpark of roughly 42 hours. 88.3% of this time is comprised of the 35 loathsome hours spent simulating an ideal student in school, none of which are used to socialize. Still, 14.3% of my uninhibited time is bestowed towards my relationship which I somehow cope. Dwindled down to 2% of my time with peers, the time I donate to my friends amount to a whopping norm of 1 hour a week. Out of the 168 hours which make up a week, I expend 0.5% of my valued time with my genuine pal’s. So why?

The grounds on which hinder my amity aren’t accounted for because I don’t have bud’s (though I’m beginning to question); I do. It doesn’t pertain to disliking them; I don’t. The bond I share with my girlfriend isn’t liable for impeding on it; it doesn’t. The answer lies beyond the ties I share between people and concern factors that should be on the top of everyone’s agenda.

My intentions aren’t wholeheartedly intended to bore you, but perhaps a few additional figures won’t do much damage. I contribute 11.31%+ more time working (if you call opening my jaws labor) than I do with my devoted friends. What’s worse is I allocate 27.0%+ of my week studying and doing homework whereas a bare minimum of 25.0% (the equivalent time spent “mingling”) is allotted to shuteye. I find this particular statistic disturbing and the reason I thrive daily off of caffeine; I bleed caffeine products. This leaves an insignificant percentile which can be classified as the ‘Leisure Percentile,’ including time to eat breakfast (Yes, Little Debbie Fudge Rounds and left over, cold pizza from last night are a pleasure) and dinner and sustain my alluring tan (laughter?).

But how do I spend 45+ hours a week busied by schoolwork? Easy. My mind has some deficiency which hampers its capability of learning. By this I am referring to its tendency to only retain certain information when I have a full understanding of (e.g. having to know why it does something to commit to memory what that certain thing does). Hence I am frequently up until 2 a.m. reading and rereading.

I query the morality of my schedule at times, yes. Sometimes I ponder whether a Commonwealth/Honors Diploma are worth the exertion, or whether or not my next to nothing income will endure the long anticipating college experiences and make an impact on my impending debt. Is the time designated to work worth wagering my high school experience and vise versa? I deem trial and error is merely the only means as to attaining the answer, where one trial is feasible. I’ll take my chances at living a hard knock life.