Fiat Lux

To be honest, I never thought that I would be writing this. I've never been much of a fan of blogs (aside from occasionally perusing some friends' blogs, and then exaggerating about how often I read them), and I've even sort of looked down on them for no easily recognizable reason. But I'm in my first year after college right now, and I've run into a few problems that it seems only a blog can truly cure. Well, recreational drugs might help, but for now let's just say the blog is the answer.

You're probably thinking, 'But Sleepy Pete, you're so handsome and muscular and you have so many widely varied intellectual interests and so much money, how could you have any problems?' Thanks reader, you're a good friend. But in truth I have found some flaws. For starters, physically. I have this freckle on the outstep of my right foot that is about a quarter of an inch in diameter. Wow, it feels good to get that off my chest. Otherwise, of course, I am an Adonis.

But professionally, and also in many respects in my personal life, I am largely in an in between state. I am in the middle of a two year deferral from law school after graduating from college last June. In the meantime, I am working as an SAT tutor in to the over-privileged in New York and doing a bit of writing. What does all this mean? Well, for one thing it means that I work remarkably few hours a week (20-25) for a terribly inflated wage, and as a result have a nice amount of time on my hands. Unfortunately, it also means that all my free time is in the middle of the day during the week, with my 'work week' coming mostly over the weekend and on afternoons and evenings. Usually I am not the type to get bored, but this schedule can leave you feeling a bit isolated. I'm so happy we found each other.

Basically my problem is that I'm just sort of swimming. It's not like I wish I was still in college, but I have no interest in being a part of the working world. I'm sort of just caught in between, but not like purgatory, or like the corned beef in a Reuben. It's more like being held in place by that huge bar that keeps you in your seat on a rollercoaster. You're not really in control and you're not entirely sure where you're going, you just know you want to get off. I can't stand rollercoasters. Anyway, it's mostly the little things that I find leave me the most uncomfortable. Things like, if I have a hundred dollars on me at any one time, I no longer feel like the richest kid in the world. Or that I always have to know what time it is.

But in this newest year I intend to embrace my situation, and at the very least understand it the only way I seem capable: as a student. This blog will be my outlet, my sketchpad...nay, my trapper keeper of life.