Don't Have a Topic

Countless deadlines and due dates are getting confused like my credit card payments. I should have known what I was getting into by the way my advisor chuckled as he registered me for this spring, and last full semester of my college career. I only saw it as a meager fifteen credits, but I didn’t realize that it would lead me on a search for the tallest bridge in the city to jump from.

Fifteen credits is not a heavy course load. I can remember carrying fifteen credits throughout my freshman year, but things seemed to have changed. As I returned home tonight, close to midnight, from my two three-hour classes and endless hours of sitting in the library reading a grand total of around 158 pages

I was once an English major aspiring to attend law school. I am now an English major who has completely abandoned any immediate thoughts of furthering my education at the graduate level, and I have considered enlisted service in the United States Army for a “nice” change of pace.

, I realized that I haven’t even began to chip away at the academic mountain that lies before me. I still need to read, understand, write about and be able to discuss well over 450 more pages of enlightening text in order to be considered up-to-date with this week’s course work.

But I really don’t want to ruin people’s lives with senseless rambling. I don’t think I can be satisfied with a paper about nothing. A paper without a story, without a focus, without scene and without a frame. But I keep drawing blanks in every direction that I turn.

So…what should I write about? I still really don’t have much of an idea. I remember that Seinfeld was a show about nothing, and it is now a classic. John Wideman wrote an entire book about nothing, and he’s been published and is considered by many to be a great writer.

Some topics in this essay:
, United Army, Rhodes Scholar, John Wideman, fifteen credits, Jerry’s Kid, feeling sorry, english major, college career, polished writing,