This is what community college is like!

I spend $5 a day and an hour and a half each way on the bus to get to class. Then I go to class. The professor asks us questions and tells us things. The students look at the professor, every single one nonplussed. I pretend to write notes and instead write down hateful things. Break times are times for sitting on the ground and waiting for break times to be over. Sometimes I can go ten hours without speaking to a soul.

Then there's the homework! It's just like high school but you have to pay for your books. Also: no one reads the damned book. No one.

The day is finished with another hour-and-a-half bus ride. I push all my studying to the end of the day. I spend my evenings in inertia, waiting for something to happen. I go to bed thinking maybe tomorrow will be different. It isn't.

Slipping into a cat-lady acedia fog.

You are doomed to Level 5!
The river Styx runs through this level of Hell, and in it are punished the wrathful and the gloomy. The former are forever lashing out at each other in anger, furious and naked, tearing each other piecemeal with their teeth. The latter are gurgling in the black mud, slothful and sullen, withdrawn from the world. Their lamentations bubble to the surface as they try to repeat a doleful hymn, though with unbroken words they cannot say it. Because you lived a cruel, vindictive and hateful life, you meet your fate in the Styx.

Acedia is a deadly sin. It's Latin for sloth, the spiritual (or physical) lack of giving a shit.
~ The More You Know