freedom at last
In high school, there was constant pressure: pressure to get good grades to get into a National Honor Society and top ten percent and graduate Cum Laude and get into a good school etc etc. We were going 24/7 and there was hardly ever any time to just sit and relax and breathe. In college there are still things going on 24/7 and you’re always busy. But its not (obviously with the exception of midterm weeks) that stressful. You do things because you want to, when you want to. You’re in control of your life and you don’t have to do a whole bunch of little things in order to “boost your resume” for college or the next step or whatever. Sure you have to work and sure you don’t get a lot of sleep and sure there’s still the pressure to get good grades. But its different…maybe it was just the special situation we all dealt with in Southlake, the extra-ordinary pressure to conform and be perfect and number one and specialize and be better and blah blah blah, but now…college is so much more relaxed and chill. Rather than doing 90% of things because you have to and 10% of things because you want to you do 90% of things because you want to and 10% percent of things because you have to and you do it all on your schedule. I feel so free and light here at college. I don’t know if I’m happy, but I am content and feel like there’s this enormous pressure that has simply disappeared. *Poof*. Gone. Ahhhhhhhhhhh…I am so relaxed and chill and content right now.My mood reminds me of this lovely quote by Mr. Jim Carey in Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind.
“I could die right now, Clem. I'm just... happy. I've never felt that before. I'm just exactly where I want to be.”
posted by kellyisdelightful @ 11:02 PM
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Hmmm...prompted by my Xanga, my lovely?
Agreed about college. In general it kicks much ass.
And you know me and Chase...We're like this man *crosses fingers*. Even closer than that. Not gonna lie, we've made out a few times...
Hahaha. But seriously, if you could see that cymbal player...he is adorable.
And yes, thank GOD my roommate does not read my xanga.
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