November 5, 2007
Miami beaches and...eggshells?

With all my friends, then my friends start telling me that I've always been wrong
And I'm so tired of being wrong"
-The Avett Brothers-
When I was a senior, I always thought "Will I look back and think I made the wrong decision? Did I choose the wrong school? Would I have been happier somewhere else?"...It's now my 3rd year at UT, and I can say with honest words, that I've never questioned my decision, no matter how difficult things got/will get.
Like the lyrics, I did come into a very comfortable place, with as many friends as someone could wish for, and like the song, ppl started saying that I was wrong, and although they were for simple things, like being wrong on a Spanish composition or saying something in a Wendy's line, or being blamed for an unintentional influence, those little things (like the wrong answer on tests that you were so used to getting right) I was just so tired of being wrong. Why couldn't I just get the difference between por and para? or more importantly, "Why on earth was I in line at Wendy's?"
Well, I'm still struggling with por and para, and I haven't been back to Wendy's since, but a classmate of mine, while he is one of my worst critics, has made me realize that it's not about being wrong...or being right. College is about owning up to your own actions. And it has so many consequences, some good, some bad, but you earned them, and instead of blaming someone for how they affected your life, understand, that you made those decisions on your own. (you wanted to watch The Hills instead of studying, remember?) You can either be weak, or strong. And let me just say, the weak ones are the ones that blame, and the strong ones are the ones that praise.
I think this is why I've never questioned if I had made the wrong choice. Yes, I wonder of course what my life would've been like on the beaches of Miami, but I've never been so positive in a decision than I have in chosing this university. Although there are many things that haven't gone according to plan, i've adjusted...and i'm happy to say i'm still learning.

p.s. to your critics, and my own, you're not the thorn in my side, no... you're like the eggshell that gets in the cake batter mix. Not really detrimental, but just a little annoying...but when you hear the crunch and feel the gritty feeling between your molers, you laugh and learn that maybe you shouldn't have been talking on the phone while baking, or watching tv, or...trying to fix your spanish composition
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