Clocks slay time

It's the freaking 8th of December? Gee. Where did all the time go?

According to C.S. Lewis, the future is something which everyone reaches at the rate of sixty minutes an hour, whatever he does, whoever he is.

For the past week, what I have achieved at that rate is my final paper about "The holiday season's effect on prices of goods and consumer behavior". This week, my business case paper about a falling business called 'Print Shop', a report about a fictitious company with multiple databases and a research paper about Maggi Magic Sarap for marketing. For next week, final exams about math, economics, accounting and more math.

To quote what my Marketing professor said,

"You can always transfer if you no longer feel welcomed by your course. That's if you feel like a you're a people person and not just someone who makes love to a calculator" - Ms. Acosta

If this is future, how could one be possibly motivated? I don't know, I'm a pretty confused person. I'm supposed to be living the dream, a beautiful dream that turned into a horrible nightmare. How could an insipid future be looked forward to? And since when did a party girl become miss-all-academic-and-no-fun?