Wake me up when September ends
At the threat of yall callin me an Oreo (or a retard, considering it's October), I present to you the lyrics to a song very close to my aching heart right now. "Wake Me Up When September Ends" by Green Day.
"Summer has come and passed
The innocent can never last
Wake me up when September ends
Like my fathers come to pass
(4) years have gone so fast
Wake me up when September ends
Here comes the rain again
falling from the stars
drenched in my pain again
becoming who we are
As my memory rests
it never forgets what I lost
Wake me up when September ends
Summer has come and passed
The innocent can never last
Wake me up when September ends
Ring out the bells again
like we did when spring began.
Wake me up when September ends.
Summer has come and passed
The innocent can never last.
Wake me up when September ends
Wake me up when September ends
Wake me up when September ends."
First of all, can I just say that I *love* Green Day?!? The fake accent, the political topics, the voice that sounds like it's filled with snot. I can't get enough.
Anyway, this song represents how I feel as I mourn my college experience. I know, it is no longer September. Yet I'd still rather lie down depressed, with the covers over my head. When September came a month ago, I did not return to school, which broke my heart, for I am now officially a college drop-out.
Wow, as an over-achiever from 1st grade to high school, as the sole African American male in most of my AP classes, as the proud, crowning achievement of my father and extended family, whom everyone assumed would become a Pulitzer-prize winning writer or something else amazing, I never thought I'd utter those words in my LIFE. College drop-out. Wow. I'm filled with regret and shame as I am back at home living with my mother in the greater Philadelphia area. I so don't feel like explaining my situation to my friends and relatives. It's funny how how life doesn't take the trajectory we want it to, yet takes the exact path that we subconsciously fear it will. And by funny, I mean awful. Oh well, now it's time to navigate the life of a failed student with no work experience and few life skills.
Wait, *is* there a life for a failed student with no work experience and few life skills??? I can't even cook rice, yall. My life is MAD bottom of the barrell :-( lol.
Oh well, I guess we'll see what happens, won't we? *sigh*
"Summer has come and passed
The innocent can never last
Wake me up when September ends
Like my fathers come to pass
(4) years have gone so fast
Wake me up when September ends
Here comes the rain again
falling from the stars
drenched in my pain again
becoming who we are
As my memory rests
it never forgets what I lost
Wake me up when September ends
Summer has come and passed
The innocent can never last
Wake me up when September ends
Ring out the bells again
like we did when spring began.
Wake me up when September ends.
Summer has come and passed
The innocent can never last.
Wake me up when September ends
Wake me up when September ends
Wake me up when September ends."
First of all, can I just say that I *love* Green Day?!? The fake accent, the political topics, the voice that sounds like it's filled with snot. I can't get enough.
Anyway, this song represents how I feel as I mourn my college experience. I know, it is no longer September. Yet I'd still rather lie down depressed, with the covers over my head. When September came a month ago, I did not return to school, which broke my heart, for I am now officially a college drop-out.
Wow, as an over-achiever from 1st grade to high school, as the sole African American male in most of my AP classes, as the proud, crowning achievement of my father and extended family, whom everyone assumed would become a Pulitzer-prize winning writer or something else amazing, I never thought I'd utter those words in my LIFE. College drop-out. Wow. I'm filled with regret and shame as I am back at home living with my mother in the greater Philadelphia area. I so don't feel like explaining my situation to my friends and relatives. It's funny how how life doesn't take the trajectory we want it to, yet takes the exact path that we subconsciously fear it will. And by funny, I mean awful. Oh well, now it's time to navigate the life of a failed student with no work experience and few life skills.
Wait, *is* there a life for a failed student with no work experience and few life skills??? I can't even cook rice, yall. My life is MAD bottom of the barrell :-( lol.
Oh well, I guess we'll see what happens, won't we? *sigh*
posted by Manilow @ 8:53 PM
1 Comments:
At 4:36 AM,
SoFaReal said…
Wow, I've been trying to alleviate me having to discuss my current situation with the Blogworld, just cause it's too difficult to talk about, but too, cause it is a throbbing canker sore, lol. But if anyone wants to know what's poppin off in my life, they could straight up read your blog...from the oreo situation to being a dropout w/ no work or life experiences...you're believable. Only I can cook rice...being from the south, buttered rice is my specialty, lol.
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