"Seize the day, put no trust in the morrow!
[Carpe diem, quam minimum credula postero.]"
- Horace, the dead guy who's works we're reading in Ancient World.
I will be the first to admit it. I love planning. I can spend hours researching different schools, different majors and daydreaming about my future life. In fact, that's pretty much my favorite activity.
The problem with that is that I don't spend enough time just enjoying my time NOW. There is plenty of time in the future for me to live out all those daydreams, but in the meantime, I should be taking advantage of my college career! I dreamed about this throughout all of high school and here I am, still dreaming about the next step in life!
It seems ridiculous, and part of it is that I am just not sure what I'm doing with my life right now, so the dreams are an attempt to measure what career path I should pick to be happiest. It's just that I'm here now, and I need to..well, carpe diem.
and besides, an infamous popstar tells us "it's not about how fast you get there, aint about what's waiting on the other side, it's the climb."
<3 samet
I spent so many late nights simply surfing Facebook that I thought I would think of something better to do. So now, with this blog, I have somewhere to write all of my ramblings, somewhere to vent all my anger at the world when I just can't fall asleep.
17 November, 2009
13 November, 2009
Friday the 13th of Nov! 2:16 pm "whoo scary."
So I wrote this for an essay and then decided it didn't apply. Nevertheless I thought it was...decent. whoo for blogging.
Senior Prom
Sherrie Shepard from the View was at my prom. She flew out from California with some WWB wrestler, donned a dress and a corsage and came to my senior prom.
A few weeks later, my high schools “Greatest Story Ever told” themed prom was on national television with Sherrie saying things like “inner city school” and showing pictures of kids dancing to loud rap music.
That’s not all there is to my former high school. Sure, on the outside, you can look and see that about fifty-percent of students have minority status and there are certain aspects of my high school that may seem like “inner city” but the reality is that we are in the suburbs of Chicago and really, doing just fine. There are other schools who need the attention more, other students who are worse off than us.
When I watched that episode of the View I was shocked and awed that someone like Sherrie Shepard didn’t know what a real inner-city school looked like. It’s not mine.
Senior Prom
Sherrie Shepard from the View was at my prom. She flew out from California with some WWB wrestler, donned a dress and a corsage and came to my senior prom.
A few weeks later, my high schools “Greatest Story Ever told” themed prom was on national television with Sherrie saying things like “inner city school” and showing pictures of kids dancing to loud rap music.
That’s not all there is to my former high school. Sure, on the outside, you can look and see that about fifty-percent of students have minority status and there are certain aspects of my high school that may seem like “inner city” but the reality is that we are in the suburbs of Chicago and really, doing just fine. There are other schools who need the attention more, other students who are worse off than us.
When I watched that episode of the View I was shocked and awed that someone like Sherrie Shepard didn’t know what a real inner-city school looked like. It’s not mine.
10 November, 2009
Nov 10 11:28 PM "what am I DOING?"
If I leave.
If I leave, there's no coming back.
If I leave, I'm done with journalism.
If I leave, all the dreams I had of changing the world with meaningful news are gone.
Did I ever really have that dream?
Did I ever really want that? Or was I just trying justify wanting to be a journalist.
If I become a teacher, will I be satisfied?
If I become a teacher, will I be settling for something I don't want?
no.
I think I'm done here.
If I leave, I think it's for the best.
...I think...
If I leave, there's no coming back.
If I leave, I'm done with journalism.
If I leave, all the dreams I had of changing the world with meaningful news are gone.
Did I ever really have that dream?
Did I ever really want that? Or was I just trying justify wanting to be a journalist.
If I become a teacher, will I be satisfied?
If I become a teacher, will I be settling for something I don't want?
no.
I think I'm done here.
If I leave, I think it's for the best.
...I think...
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