What if you don't have anything to say? What if everything that happens to you, you have no reaction. What if you simply accept everything that happens to you, like everything that happens has a purpose and a reason and you simply accept it because you know there is some sort of more intelligent being allowing all these events to take place for a predestined end result?
Does that make us boring people if we operate this way? .. Hmm.
Thursday, May 15, 2014
Friday, May 2, 2014
Senior Year
To all the underclassmen out there,
I know most of you probably don't care about my advice or opinion considering I don't actually know most of you. But seeing the yearbook, hearing and seeing people write their speaches, penciling in the last details of the oh so busy schedule coming up, it all makes you feel.. every emotion conceivable.
Senior year, was my favorite year, I think. But that might be because I actually started making memories and having fun on my own accord.
Freshman year everyone's afraid of not fitting in and so we are chained to this pressure and fear beginning our four year journey through this strange place.
Sophomore year is a cross between Junior and Freshman year. It's the year we begin to focus on our studies and discover the things we enjoy.
Junior year is the hardest year, everyone says. It is. It's the year you focus on your classes and maintain or bring up all your grades so senior year isn't full of stress. It's the year you begin to lose a few friends but gain even better ones. You're excited because you only have that current year and then the one after which everyone claims goes by fast.
Senior year.
Senior year does not go by fast in the beginning. It's like waiting in line for an awesome ride at the fair or Disneyland. You're waiting forever, there's that one person that keeps making awkward eye-contact with you, the kids that won't stop screaming, the adorable children, the other people your age that seem to be an alternate universe version of you or your best friend and then there you. Finally you come to the front of the line, only a few people in front of you but it's okay because at least you'll get a somewhat front row seat, maybe the second car. The whole time the anticipation kills but you got to look around and see the people around you. Senior year is the time when friends that are honest and a great match for your friendship stick around, it's also the time when some others exit your life. There's so much going on around you but you can't really take all the excitement in because you're waiting incessantly for the line to move. Once the ride begins you're thrilled you finally got on the ride. It begins. The ride has tons of loops and turns, climbing and huge drops, it zigs forever one way making sure to jolt you every now and then some random other way. All of a sudden you hear the screams die down, you feel the brakes under the carts and see the loading station. This is the worst part. You don't want to leave, it was all so fun. Your mind pours over every second of the insane ride you ust experienced like gasping for air before you plunge one more time under water. You'd give anything to get back in line with the crying children, the strangers eyeing you, and the people that simply breath attitude and rude comments. You realize that was part of the ride. All of that was apart of the experience, and then there is immense fun, and then immense gloom. The waiting takes forever but coming to the end of the ride, coming back to the loading platform makes you want to relive it all again and again and again.
I know most of you probably don't care about my advice or opinion considering I don't actually know most of you. But seeing the yearbook, hearing and seeing people write their speaches, penciling in the last details of the oh so busy schedule coming up, it all makes you feel.. every emotion conceivable.
Senior year, was my favorite year, I think. But that might be because I actually started making memories and having fun on my own accord.
Freshman year everyone's afraid of not fitting in and so we are chained to this pressure and fear beginning our four year journey through this strange place.
Sophomore year is a cross between Junior and Freshman year. It's the year we begin to focus on our studies and discover the things we enjoy.
Junior year is the hardest year, everyone says. It is. It's the year you focus on your classes and maintain or bring up all your grades so senior year isn't full of stress. It's the year you begin to lose a few friends but gain even better ones. You're excited because you only have that current year and then the one after which everyone claims goes by fast.
Senior year.
Senior year does not go by fast in the beginning. It's like waiting in line for an awesome ride at the fair or Disneyland. You're waiting forever, there's that one person that keeps making awkward eye-contact with you, the kids that won't stop screaming, the adorable children, the other people your age that seem to be an alternate universe version of you or your best friend and then there you. Finally you come to the front of the line, only a few people in front of you but it's okay because at least you'll get a somewhat front row seat, maybe the second car. The whole time the anticipation kills but you got to look around and see the people around you. Senior year is the time when friends that are honest and a great match for your friendship stick around, it's also the time when some others exit your life. There's so much going on around you but you can't really take all the excitement in because you're waiting incessantly for the line to move. Once the ride begins you're thrilled you finally got on the ride. It begins. The ride has tons of loops and turns, climbing and huge drops, it zigs forever one way making sure to jolt you every now and then some random other way. All of a sudden you hear the screams die down, you feel the brakes under the carts and see the loading station. This is the worst part. You don't want to leave, it was all so fun. Your mind pours over every second of the insane ride you ust experienced like gasping for air before you plunge one more time under water. You'd give anything to get back in line with the crying children, the strangers eyeing you, and the people that simply breath attitude and rude comments. You realize that was part of the ride. All of that was apart of the experience, and then there is immense fun, and then immense gloom. The waiting takes forever but coming to the end of the ride, coming back to the loading platform makes you want to relive it all again and again and again.
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