The thing that struck me most when I first started working was how, no matter what you felt in the morning, you had to haul your ass to work. For a college student, that is an alien concept. You went to college when you felt like, and you chilled in your room when you felt like. The notion that that choice was so severely restricted because of employment, because I was now paid for my time, that my time was bought, and hence it wasn’t mine to spend, was crazy.
And now, I’ve come full circle. Going back to college. Going back to owning my own time and doing with it as I please. I hope to translate some of the discipline that work has brought back to college. Now, more than ever, I need it.