College is that word everyone's been telling me since I was young. Not in a manner that my life depended on it, but I was told it would come along just like elementary school and high school did. Now I'm here. I'm a commuter, and I'm trying to find my way to have a 'college experience'. This should mean having to take a few social leaps, hoping that I don't fall on any concrete. Concrete, in this case, is a metaphor for social awkwardness and loneliness. Just wanted to clarify.
However, I don't think that my fears will last forever. Eventually I'll find my new friends and start to go out and have all sorts of odd adventures. I'm not much of a party person, so whoever I'm with will have to improvise on the crazy stuff.
I also need to focus on my career and passions. I've been in an art slump, and if I'm ever going to start going through art classes and other design-oriented projects I need to sketch more. Think harder about art, and what is appealing to others. I guess that's as good as I'll get to a goal for now. I'm never one to think far ahead. I focus on the present, and use the past as a guideline for the right things to say and do. Goals are hard for me, but I guess the point of college is to kind of toughen up in that regard. I can possibly expect that my professors may have higher expectations than I can normally come up with. I used to get by with learning, just look at some stuff, use my general knowledge and be an average student. Procrastination will be the death of me, though. Since I am not sure on how free we are creatively, I have refrained from cursing it. It's...10:16 right now, and I'm sure I'll end up being sidetracked by the internet yet again. I really hope I can fix this.
Despite all my faults and anxieties, I hope my sense of humor and my outlook on life will help me become a better person. If not, well, I tried.
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