The first semester of college has taught me to try my hardest to not get lost in whatever I’m doing or listening to, because once you get off track, it’s reaaally hard to get back on it. I’m used to a lot of work from high school, but I’m not accustomed to boring lectures, so it’s really easy to get lost in a reverie or get distracted by an electronic device, and in turn, stop paying attention to what’s going on around me.

I have found myself several times snapping out of my daydream and having to ask one of my friends what in the world we’re doing in that class. Even if one of them explains, it takes a while to catch up to what I missed and when I finally do, the whole class is already on the next topic, leaving me behind once again. This whole not paying attention, getting lost, then rushing to catch up becomes a pattern formulated for disaster, and it’s hitting me hard now that the semester is drawing to an end and finals are creeping up. As I’m writing this blog post, I’m also writing an essay for English and I definitely don’t know what I’m doing. The actuality of being utterly lost is hitting me fully as I read textbook chapters I was supposed to read months ago and I realize that I really don’t know what I’m studying…

Oh well, there’s always next semester to try harder.

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I have all the time in the world, yet that clock keeps ticking. I close my eyes in an attempt to disregard it, but I can’t seem to block out the sound, that omnipresent tick. I open them once again to find that my whole world has stopped moving. I’m the only one not frozen, yet I don’t have it in me to move. Only my head is mobile, turning from side to side. But somehow, I don’t know what’s left from right, my mind failing to make sense of any direction. Somehow, I get one of my feet to step forward, the other one following slowly. I walk until identical doors suddenly appear in front of me. They have glass windows, however, all giving me previews of different trails. I stare blankly at them all, taking my time to decide which knob to turn.

But I hear the ticking again and I look up to see another clock. It seems to be floating in midair, pressuring me to pick a path. Overwhelmed by all my options, the same foot that stepped forward earlier now takes a step back. I find myself once again searching for something, when I finally find it: a simple, black button with the word “Success” in white, bold letters. It’s floating, too, and when I try to reach up to press it, it moves away. The button passes through the window of one of the doors. And in a hasty attempt to follow it, I open the same door and run through it, keeping my eye on that elusive button. Once I go through the doorway, however, the door in its entirety disappears. I look around my new environment and realize that the button chose for me. Did the button actually exist? I push the question into the back of my mind as I take it all in. Maybe I’ll learn to like it here.

My Life in 8 Pictures

I know what you’re thinking: “Wow, that’s a really corny blog post title.” It is, I know. However, that’s actually a piece of who I am: corny. Other than that, as the first picture of the slideshow suggests, I’m quite quiet when you first meet me. I’m reserved, only speaking when addressed; I’d rather listen and observe in a group than give my own opinion. This leads to the second picture which reveals how I’m the type to stay home and read a novel (or watch Criminal Minds), especially if the day is rainy. Despite my implications of being a hermit, I do interact willingly and happily with people I care about…which leads to my third slide, a picture of my best friend, Samiha, and I getting ready for our last production of In The Heights! I have a small group of people I truly consider to be my best friends and I’m very content with them.

Other people that mean the world to me include my family, whom you can see in the fourth picture. As an only child, the environment of a loud, bustling family is extremely refreshing, which is why I make an effort to visit the Philippines every summer. My family is fun and bubbly; they inspire me to better myself with every visit. They always tell me to fight my allergies and become immune to them because they know how self-conscious I get about them and how I’ve allowed them to define who I am. I have a lot of allergies, as seen in my next photo, and due to these restrictions, I’ve restricted other aspects of myself as well – one of the major causes of my timidity. Despite this, I’ve somehow overcome my allergy to one type of cheese: Asiago. Seen in the next picture is my favorite sandwich from Panera Bread, the Sierra Turkey. (I know it’s weird that I can eat only one cheese.)

In all, I’m just a quiet-yet-hyper-once-you-get-to-know-me kind of girl. I play the piano (my piano looks like the one in the seventh picture) and I’m obsessed with music, especially Korean pop! I’d rather talk it out than argue, preferring serenity over chaos, as displayed in my last picture.