Somehow time seemed to fly when I was in college; friends and I used to joke that ‘college time’ was a way of measuring things in and of itself. But living on my own, taking one class a day, an online class, and working three part-time jobs, time seems to crawl by excruciatingly slow. I have school every afternoon and work every single morning and evening of the week. I don’t even have enough free time to do my photography assignments, or the money to buy the film.
OK, so I have this morning off, but the house also didn’t have power until recently. I took some photos of Matt while he was sleeping, but I’m going to need more alert subjects to finish my flesh-tone assignment. Then at work tonight I get to double-time and recreate a scene for my project to photograph a scar and write out it.
It sucks being an adult; I doubt life is going to get better from here.