Okay, I'm a slacker. My quarter credits stack 285 high and counting. This time around life's demands made me settle for an online degree in computer science. Before that it was math. And before that it was psychology. Teaching. Accounting. The knowledge keeps me coming back. The crossroads of humanity draws me like a magnet. Once there I must sample a little of everything! Then one day I get tired of sleeping three hours a day, drinking three to four pots of coffee a day, and the politics in academia. Back on the road again.
I'm a slacker for sure. The one you would find in the commons talking to a friends here and there. A road trip, party or museum tour; all found me a willing draftee. Never took notes in class. Memorized as I heard and paid someone for their notes. Tutored many subjects as I took them. I lived in the moment while keeping my eye on deadlines. Just never cared to finish at any certain time.
When I had a woman, I worked harder, with an eye on the american dream. If this ol' cowboy was alone, I drank with my proffesors and watch the sun come up with a coed. Tests, papers and projects was just part of what you had to do to get along.
Every month my student loan check gets mailed in. My jobs in the last thirty years almost tops fifty. One of those women I bought a house to convince my traveling days are over. Thank God she found Mr. Right. I kept the house. All those rooms make great workshops. This time around I chose a program without the candy store of a campus. Might finish, might not.