Classes, Concert, And Commute

Well, the Fall 2024 semester is finally over. Thank fucking god. I’ve said this before, but I am more excited about this semester ending than when I graduated from high school. This semester was just fucking awful. The classes weren’t inspiring, except for one of my screen printing classes. There was no helpful information. Not a single class that’s something I might want to have a future in. Last year, I felt like I got a well-rounded introduction, but this go-around felt more scoped in on the bad parts. I know this is all personal opinion, but it’s over now, and that’s all that matters. I’m excited for next semester. I’m taking some classes that sound pretty fun. My Public Speaking class already fears me. I feel like I just blinked home and then quickly blinked back to work in the city. I told you, time moves really fucking weirdly. I went to a Zach Bryan concert last night. It was very good, but for some reason, it wasn’t as great as the last one. The last one had special guests and an energy to it. I think it’s just because last time it was new to me, I was more interested in Zach, and because of all the special stuff going on. Instead of walking all the way back from the Barclays Center, this time we decided to walk all the way to the Barclays Center. I don’t know if before or after is better, but this time we walked on the Brooklyn Bridge (way better than the sack of shit Manhattan Bridge). I had a lot of fun last night—it was nice to be with my parents for a while. I’m on my way home from work right now as I’m writing this. I’m taking the Q train to Times Square, then transferring to the 1 Train that takes me to FIT. Writing this on my phone in my notes app is weird. It doesn’t tell me what’s spelled wrong or anything. I’m fighting the dark with no night vision! I had to take my couch, trunk, and bookshelves out of my dorm last night after the Zach Bryan concert. My room feels like a white-walled prison again, which makes me not want to go back to it very much. I work, go to school, and live there. It shouldn’t feel like a prison, but I guess I shall digress. I’m talking about not wanting to live there, but I’m hustling my ass home so I can go to sleep or watch Gossip Girl. The Times Square train station is a cesspool. For some reason, there is always a crowd gathering. I hate Times Square in general, but holy fuck, the subway station sucks. I’d feel safer in a… never mind, probably shouldn’t say that. I could write a seven-part novel series about how much I hate Times Square. That might be exaggerating, but you get my point. It’s nasty! There’s something that feels so good about not only just knowing your subway commute home but exactly what car to get in to get home the fastest. I’m locked in with exactly where to enter and stand on the platform. I don’t know if everyone does that, but they should. It was a good day today. I hope yours was too. Happy Friday, everyone! See you Monday from Cooperstown!