Sir High Lord Zen - Volume 5, Number 2
HIGH LORD ZEN
The time is upon us as it is every year in fact twice a year… You know what I mean Finals The time of year when you can send a sample of my blood to a chemical analysis and they’d tell you it’s some sort of obscure caffeine derivative. The time of year when if you get three hours of sleep you’re thinking cool. Stress, adrenaline, and caffeine keep you alive in the sense that you are alive during finals.
I’d argue that during finals each and every one of us for some time or another goes blissfully insane… what else could drive you (short of threat to life) to lengths that you go to during this time of year. And while I’m on the subject what is it about our society that finds it acceptable to twice a year subject a large part of it’s population through what we call finals… Papers, projects, more projects.
I haven’t gone to sleep before 5am for the last week I’m working twenty hour days. Rushing and rushing hoping to get done before the deadlines. And the tests haven’t even begun this is just for the pre-tests. And we sit here and find this normal. Sure I kind of enjoy the sense of being alive all the pressure gives you. I sort of like riding the adrenaline wave. But I know it’s killing me how long can a body survive on less than four hours of sleep a day and the adrenaline and caffeine high keeps you from noticing that you haven’t eaten all day. I’m working myself into an early grave… I may be an extreme case but not horribly. This is a completly insane and unfeasible system… feels like home doesn’t it?
Well as you probably noticed this is not the Hughes News. It seems my editor (Steve) doesn’t feel like he’s under sufficient pressure to publish regularly now that he’s off campus so I had to break away and do my own production. We’ll see if Steve gets into shape or whether I go independent.
Anyway if you notice there is no letters there never have been this semester… If you have your letter but didn’t know what to do with it, let me tell you…. Drop it off with Lee Randazzo or some derivative of that last name lives somewhere on fourth floor (408) But since there are no letters I get sit and contemplate the nature of god…
No seriously I wonder how many people believe in a divine entity… I don’t mean on an intellectual level I mean on a emotional level. I mean who emotionally could not fear death because they were going to heaven or the equivalent for non Christian based religions (Nirvana, reincarnation, others) Well I’m out of space just as things were getting interesting.
Sir High Lord Zen
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