Okay. Anyone that knows me reasonably well knows that every semester, anywhere from one week to one month in, I have what has become known as “The Milly Meltdown.” It’s like a really strong allergic reaction- in my soul. Or my brain. Or both. It’s actually a whole series of reactions. I should call it the Bi-Annual, Hebdomadal Meltdown Sequence. Only that doesn’t roll of the tongue quite as easily.

The difference between this firework and what happens to me is that what happens to me isn't pretty, and it lasts way, way longer.

Here’s the deal: I’m not a person that really thrives in a structured environment. I don’t have ADD or anything, I just don’t like doing the same thing over and over again. I don’t like having to sit still for long periods of time. I don’t like being indoors for long periods of time. I don’t like having my fingers and toes go numb indoors because the air conditioner is set to negative nine degrees (seriously- it’s like a bunch of friggin’ Yankees are in charge of setting the buildings’ temperatures). I don’t like people telling me what to think. I don’t like being groomed for My Career. I don’t like deadlines. I don’t like grades. I don’t like having to wear clothes*. (more…)