By Tyler Gilliam

Easter has come and gone and we’ve reached that critical point in the semester when summer is looming and I, for one, am quite ready. It’s been a long semester and I think I’ve hit that critical slump. You know how it is when you’ve already gotten your midterms and you’re just counting the days. What’s left, a month? A few weeks? I mean, we’re off on the weekends, and only suckers go to school on Friday, so it’s like a week; a few days, really. It’s like three.

In fact, by the time you read this, I may already be gone.

My work is really suffering.

My professors are assigning projects and papers and trying to crack down while I’m trying to break out. I really wish we could sync up.

I was motivated at the beginning of the semester when we were just getting familiar. But now that the university is ready to get the ball rolling, my energy is dwindling.

Just look at this column; It’s a column about nothing. It’s the Seinfeld of newspaper columns. Jerry Seinfeld did well for himself, so what do I need with subject matter?

If college has taught me anything, it’s how to write page upon page of redundant, vacant nonsense. Of course, each instructor wants his or her nonsense written in a different form, but it all amounts to the same useless stack of nothing at the end of the day.

I could have written about something really important this week, but I didn’t.

And it’s not that I don’t have ideas. Believe me, I have loads of ideas; I’m just too sorry to commit to one. It’s a lot easier to wait until my deadline and just rant about nothing.

Some call it laziness, procrastination or poor time management. I’d call it smart planning. I know exactly what I have to do to get by and I do it.

If you want an “A,” why shoot for a 100 percent? Anything greater than 90 percent is just overkill.

For what it’s worth, sometimes you come up with something really entertaining at the last minute. Deadlines can bring out the best in a writer, allowing him to tap into parts of his imagination he wouldn’t normally see. Or not.

Either way I really just wanted to make a point. A point about nothing, so there’s no point really. This whole thing was a waste of time. I wasted my time writing it, and you are currently wasting your time reading it (not that your interest is unappreciated).

But I’ll do the same thing I always do. I’ll complain, and wonder why I bother, but by next week I’ll be back in and ready to drag my feet all the way through May.

After all, I pretty much have to if I ever want to get out of this place. My guess is you’ll do the same, and with the exception of the lucky ones graduating this semester, we’ll all be back in this same place come November, waiting anxiously with our eyes on the prize

It’s the circle of life.

But what do I know? I’m just a college student.