I have to go back?

Well, after more years of school then I would like to admit. I sit back and wonder if I made the right choice in majors, yet again. I have never liked going to school yet, I find myself on what seems as a never-ending cycle of essays, projects, and lectures. This reminds me of kindergarten, how you say, well I hated going as much then as I do now. Back then, I would much rather have spent my time climbing trees, catching bugs, or one doing one of my favorite pastimes...tormenting my sisters.
When I was kindergarten, my mom tells me that when she came to wake me up for my second day of school, I said "I have to go back again?" This pretty much summarizes my entire educational experience. My teachers did not understand my need to be doing anything besides what he or she wanted me to do. I would spend my day figuring out ways to get out of having to go back the next day. Unfortunately, I had 3 older siblings, so my mother was all to keen on my plot. Oh well, I would have to admit that I was able to pull the "I don’t feel so good" trick every once and awhile to allow me to have an extra day of freedom.
Well this dislike of going to school has seemed to carried on up until this day, I would rather be doing anything besides what I am supposed to be doing. For example, I should be spending my energy typing another essay. (which is due in a few hours) However, I am typing on this blog and thinking of all the things I could be doing besides going to school.
As I sit here typing, I can feel the pressure of my essay looming....its 5am......am I to old to get a note from my mom?.... I think I don't feel so good. (hey it worked when I was eight)