Reading zen's journal

I'm posting more recently because I have more time spent in front of the screen. I'm now officially back to school. I'm going for my certificate in computer technologies. This is something that I've wanted to do for quite a while, and have been looking forward to this for about 2 years. I'm finally here.

This month, I'm in a software module. Even though I'm not a "software guy" it's still fairly easy. I have all my assignment caught up to day, so I have time to kill. It almost feels funny saying to myself: this is dedicated time to posting in my journal.
It feels funny dedicating time to myself, to doing what I like doing. I can even con myself into believing that which I love doing isn't worth my time.

The last time I attended classes was in the Spring of 1990. I still laboured under the impression that I was going to be a Communications major. It was at one of the state-run colleges, Central. This was my first "stay away" trip to school, living in a college dorm. I lived the stereotypical college student life. Put simply, I made a mess of everything. I earned the nickname "pukey." My roommate ended-up hating me, and to this day, when I see him on the street, basically avoids me.
I was not ready for prime time.

I had no idea what I wanted from life, or what I wanted from myself. I didn't know how to behave in public, or how to act in moderation--let alone drink in moderation. Subsequently, I wasted that time, and that money--which I'm still paying back.

Now here it is 16 years later. I've been through alot. Age, time has a way of mellowing out one. I'm now capable of paying attention in class, to be there everyday, and to actually learn.
I don't so much enjoy this particular class. I do, however, enjoy being back to school to gain the possibility that I can do something eventually that I want to do as an occupation.

I'll bet that just took 5 years off my life--but GODDAMM if it wasn't worth every second