For some (anti)inspiration!

This week's inspiration comes from a Mr. Tyler Durden. If you don't know who that is, rent Fight Club. Or, since this is an English class, I guess you could read the book.

You're not your job. You're not how much money you have in the bank. You're
not the car you drive. You're not the contents of your wallet. You're not
your fucking khakis. You're the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world.

The problem with this is that it doesn't exactly inspire me to do my work. I mean, if I'm not my khakis, it serves to reason that I'm also not the bachelors degree for which I am completing so much mindless busywork (no, not for you, Renfroe. I'm thinking more along the lines of that detesable requirement known as Core412).

Yeah, yeah, so I'm not actually gonna drop out or anything. Hooray pressure and obligation, my nemeses that keep me here!