I hate my job, and I’ve grown to resent what’s become the culmination of my education. I’m old enough to drink, and I own a handgun. Why am I still in school?

I’m trapped in a loop of higher learning because I have a scholarship. To give that up would be like spitting in the face of people who actually have to pay for school. So I suck it up and go to class. I have one year left…

To get into the police academy I’m aiming for, I only need 60 college credits. I need to pass a written exam that looks like a cop-oriented SAT, and I need to run a physical agility course. The future I want for myself benefits more from the time I spend running on a treadmill than the time I spend in front of a text book.

I just found out there’s a twenty-four hour gym near me. I could easily go to sleep and go in the morning, but something in me really wants to stay up until two or three before I even leave. I owe it to myself, don’t I?

Sorry I couldn’t think of anything more poignant to say at midnight on a Tuesday.