Really high.
All the time.
Nowadays I smoke just as seldom as
psydereal, and I'm not coming back next
semester. Why? Is it because I am wholly incapable of dealing with the 'strenous' endeavors of
college?
No.
Is is because
the Drugs have induced in me a state of
apathy rivaling
Seneca's?
No.
It's a matter of my personal choice, a decision I thought about and considered for a good amount of time.
I agree that a person has to get up and do something eventually. But I'd rather not go to class and not pay for it at this point in my life. I have no scholarships to lose, and I'm not happy here. I don't want to live constantly working, both in and out of class right now.
Later.
I want to read what I want to read, learn on my own what I want to learn, and then I will return. Not until.
I can only assume I am the outwardly intelligent, possibly well-groomed individual with enough ambition to fill out a college application.