Where are you boy?

We are sent tumbling into this the tenth week of the year. How did we get here? Was it three months ago I was sitting on my couch at home thinking about nothing more than who to kill in Grand Theft Auto V, thinking college was ages away? That seems like a lifetime ago. I have never felt a pressure like this in my life. I hasten to think what next semester will be like if we are forced to hand up a litany of meaningless assignments. Many of which are indeed meaningful but try telling a fourth year student in week ten that they should attend this class for 3% of the marks when they have an essay due in another module worth 50%. 

Just like sex when you live at home, it's all about time management - doing it when and where you can.

My face casts an expressionless look over the stack of books you have taken out of the library with every intention of reading them but with very little expectation of doing so. There are titles there that no longer make sense to me, as if my comprehension of English has completely deteriorated. "I'm meant to be a journalist!" I shout but nobody's listening because, though I share a house with plenty of other young people, they are also hapless, wandering aimlessly in the night, looking for the breadcrumbs of the creativity and impetus that got them this far. 

As I gaze around the room, aimlessly looking for some kind of inspiration, something to kick me out of this perpetual stupor, I see the gaze of my buddy Dave staring back at me. For 14 and a half years he dragged me over hurdles before I lost him. Here is another one Dave. Do your job. 

The best thing I ever did was bring you home to dirty the carpets. 

Good boy.

I was once told that the heal of a stiletto shoe bears more pressure than the wheel of a Boeing 747. I always believed this but only now do I truly understand it. My pressure seems small to everyone who isn't experiencing it and like the heel, someday I will buckle and break. But that day is not today.

You and me against the world Dave. One more time.