So for the next five minutes I’m supposed to give you guys a detailed account of who I am and what my thoughts are. In case you were wondering or not my name is Elizabeth although for the past four years I’ve been known as Eliza.
It wasn’t until this morning that I felt slightly more comfortable with this whole monologue thing. Honestly, how am I supposed to describe myself in five minutes or better yet how am I supposed to stay FOCUSED for five minutes? In my head this whole thing seemed conceited as well as scary, its sort of like letting someone you just met read your diary…if you have one.
So I guess I’ll start now by telling you that I’m a pessimist with mild obsessions, or so I was told by my friend’s hippie ex-boyfriend. To this day that description confuses me but I guess it’s the closest I’ll get to summarizing my personality. I can tell you my likes and dislikes although I’m not so sure that those things make me who I am. I guess its as close as I’ll get to figuring out my thoughts.
Since the age of 8 I’ve been an avid coffee drinker, I love my Blackberry and I used to love tap dancing (I did it for 10 years), and I really love baking not for myself but for others, when I was little I wanted to be a professional catering tap dancer, that obviously isn’t working out for me. My absolute favorite holiday is Christmas and I love it when it snows. I could easily stand here and list off all of the things I like but rest assured that if Facebook has a “like” button for it I’ve probably already clicked it. I have a couple of dislikes but I’d rather not get into them that might be where the pessimist in me emerges.
In my head college was going to guide me on a path to self-discovery. That’s what I thought exactly a year ago as I stood on the corner of 68th and Park wearing a plaid kilt and a blazer, which can only be described as butch. I was on my way to school, as a high school senior knowing that I had somehow made to the end. I don’t know if those memories serve a purpose but truthfully I can say that my idea of college was very off. So far I’ve pulled a couple of all nighters and I’ve been reading… a lot. I managed to think that I had everything under control up until two weeks ago when the work started to pile up. I was under the impression that somewhere along the line in the halls of Baruch I was going to have “ahah” moment. Maybe I romanticized it but still…
I guess I can’t say that yet because it’s only been a little over a month. I just expected that I would miraculously come to an understanding of who was supposed to be because quite frankly I have no clue who I am right now it just feels like an in between stage kind of like purgatory only less dead and more unknown. It sounds really strange and almost like a cliché but so what?! Maybe I’m already the person I’m going to be for the rest of my life, maybe I do have things figured out. So what if I am only a compilation of likes and dislikes, memories and thoughts what’s so bad about that? I guess I can’t make decisions until more time passes but for now I’m content knowing that I made it to college and that its not so lonely. The scary part is what lies ahead of me and how that will potentially change me, because that’s the unknown.