Fuck School

The largest contributing factor to me deciding to leave active duty Air Force, come home, and go to school, was that I fully believed that's what God was telling me to do. And not in that way that people often say they're doing what God wants them to when really they're trying to justify doing something crazy that they want to do. (Someday I might tell the whole story of it, but not today). So anyways, here I am living back in Anchorage going to school and after doing it for a couple years, I can only come to one conclusion: I must be certifiably insane. As in it might be better for everyone if I was locked up. For me to think God was telling me to leave a financially stable life in which I was somewhat productive so I could be back here with no certain future is pretty damn ridiculous.

More so, I've come to realize (yet again), I absolutely hate school. With a passion. For starters, I'm surrounded by a bunch of kids that think they're way smarter than they really are. They have virtually no experience with real life, yet somehow they know how to solve all the world's problems if only someone would listen to them. Then there's the many older students that are trying to pretend they're younger (and yes, I do fall into this latter category). Then worst of all, most my classes feel pointless. It's like a money making scheme and I'm the sucker. But whatever, the point is I hate school and I'm pretty sure this is going to be my last semester of it (at least as a degree seeking full time student).