Much more than the preconceived notions of people is one’s personal perspective. Identity has had a long draw out trajectory in our educational upbringing; featured as the overarching theme of humanity in everything we do. Primarily when one looks in the mirror we only see our flaws, but when we try to talk about our identity to others we become flawless creatures worthy of praise. A common exercise to escape such notion is writing an “I am” poem:
I am a young intellectual
That has yet oceans to discover
One that at times over-analyzes the simplicity of the factual
I am the Scorpio chick born in November
I am an Individual yet I surmise to the will of others
I am a dreamer crashing into reality
The zealous youth that wishes to be the voice of workers
Though at times I have fallen to personal vanity
I am an upholder of the principles vested by our founding fathers
Yet encompassed my heritage and beliefs makes me vulnerable to the racism in society.
As the flame of democracy is being tested
My inner flame to acquire knowledge is expanding
And perhaps one day as the prior stabilizes; the prior and the latter might be compacted
As I aspire to say I am a beckon of change in the making
Far different from the sheltered guided learning employed throughout elementary, intermediate, and High School; College is a liberating experience that puts the full lot of the responsibility on the student. One is held accountable for knowing what’s due and when it’s due. In terms of time-management, I have no issue due to my pre-acquired experience in high school between running three organizations, schoolwork, work, sports and hanging out with friends. I am a stress-oholic. 🙂
As for the extent my first year of college will have on my personal development, I am partly uncertain, but I do know for sure that I will find new ways of approaching how I do things: become less of a procrastinator.
I am concerned about: I suppose finding a niche amidst the school due to its commuter school-like aspect, sure there are clubs but they are all selective. I am concerned that perhaps I made a mistake and I should really be studying politics, since I am so enamored by it. Yet, my overall concern is that I won’t be able to learn everything that the fire of knowledge inside of me is thirsting to grasp.
