To
ellenmillion's prompt.
The apocalypse was the last thing I was expecting when I went back to school.
Let's be honest, I really wasn't expecting much of anything except an escape from reality.
I liked being a student. I was good at it, I enjoyed it, and, unlike the work world, it enjoyed me back. So, when I got sick of grunt jobs, miserably low-paying crap, and all the bullshit that went along with the Real World, I went back to college. No better way to get out of planning for the future, right?
You'd think that being a Perpetual Student would have ill-prepared me for the apocalypse, but, as it turned out, you'd be wrong. I like learning, too, you see. And classes only fill so much of your time. And college campuses are full of people who like to teach you things.
All of which combined to turn me into sort of a post-apocalyptic Jane of All Trades.
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The apocalypse was the last thing I was expecting when I went back to school.
Let's be honest, I really wasn't expecting much of anything except an escape from reality.
I liked being a student. I was good at it, I enjoyed it, and, unlike the work world, it enjoyed me back. So, when I got sick of grunt jobs, miserably low-paying crap, and all the bullshit that went along with the Real World, I went back to college. No better way to get out of planning for the future, right?
You'd think that being a Perpetual Student would have ill-prepared me for the apocalypse, but, as it turned out, you'd be wrong. I like learning, too, you see. And classes only fill so much of your time. And college campuses are full of people who like to teach you things.
All of which combined to turn me into sort of a post-apocalyptic Jane of All Trades.
( Read more... )
