The spiritual controls the physical. That’s how I, like many others around me, have been brought up to live my life—to see everything through the lens of spirituality. Whether you succeeded or failed, your emotions, whether your life was worth anything, whether you got to live the next second or die right now, all of it was determined by your relationship with God. He was the key, the only thing that mattered.

It’s pretty late, and I’m typing on my old tactile switch keyboard while thinking (well, I’ve been thinking) about my future. I feel like my perspective on my ideal future has changed a lot since I started school (which is crazy, considering it has only been a bit more than two years). What I first pictured for myself was the life of a successful entrepreneur with lots of control, money, and influence.

If only I wasn’t in this class I’d be out on the streets making cash I’d go on trips above and beyond With the ones I love, staying out in the sun But sadly I’m stuck in this room right now With my least favorite teacher in the world dr cow Here seconds pass by like they were years And the distinct murmuring aches my ears Maybe if I think about a life