| So, how was school/the lack of school/the continued looming presence of school to come? I, personally, want to throttle each and every member of my spanish class. [weak smile] |
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| "Make sure the bread isn't burning." [beat] "How'd's it look?" "Uh, It's on fire." |
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| I'd make a dreadful deaf person. |
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| Title? Things have changed quite a bit over the last year or so. It used to be that I knew, without a doubt, what I wanted to do with my life. I never considered that naivety could be responsible for my certainty. Nonetheless, it was a longstanding comfort that I now miss. Not to say that I’m at all unhappy with my current state. For, while I’m still very much interested in Psychology, I’ve also become eagerly interested in other sciences. I traded in certainty for possibility. This possibility does keep me entertained. I just don’t like not knowing how my life will turn out- I can’t see past the first two years of college anymore. I can only keep going and hope that I never lose my passion. (Egh, is it possible I’m actually having a normal high school experience?) |
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