Preparing for life

Last night I was up until 3 am. But I wasn't studying. I wasn't writing. I was talking to my roommates. I know it sounds like a waste of time considering it's almost finals and I have so many things to do, but as I sat there in the army green papasan chair in my living room lit by Christmas lights I thought to myself, "no this is what's most important." When you think about it, do you ever wonder what's the point? Like what's the point of writing an 18 page research paper that no one will ever read besides your teacher and maybe your parents if you force them to. Or what's the point of working so hard to have it all only culminate in a little number and some letters on your transcripts? Perhaps this is just my frustrated, stressed finals week brain talking but do you ever feel like sometimes  in college , life is just simply happening to you and you're not really doing any living at all?  How do we possibly make meaning out of the monotony of redundant assignments and essays and endlessly busy busy-work? It's difficult to feel like you're living life when really you're just working to prepare for life, you know? We ask ourselves what we're gonna do with our life, but it's not like life is simply something that's far off in the future. Life is happening right now, but what are we doing with it?