Journal 1: Where have you been and where are you going?
Comments(3) Where am I going? Seriously, where is my next class…because I cannot remember what room I’m supposed to be in. Aside from the geographical setback of being new to a school, there is not much else to worry about. For some reason I felt very acquainted with college. This made me realize that there are some very important actions, turned into habits, which I am just used to at this point.
In terms of education, I was raised to keep working until I got the best. Imagine a little girl digging through a worn backpack to show her mom the A she got in school. The mother sees this grade and replies, “But where is the A+?” That is how my household works to this day. Make a goal and work for it. Now my mother doesn’t have to care about my A because I do.
Another tremendously important ideal of mine is to not shy away from new experiences. Even if they are tantalizing, tortuous, and sometimes terrifying. Very much in tune with my cynical attitude is my belief that the older you get, the less people care about you. You grow up, assume more responsibility – and that makes you an adult. But it also means those who were responsible for you before, no longer have that role in your life. Well, the upside to this is that I’ve assumed this role for myself a while ago.
The downside is that the responsibilities never decrease. There is definitely a high standard for work here and an even higher emphasis on time management. At first I thought I had a minor culture shock from the school environment, but now I see that it is just something new that I have to adjust to, and from there I just keep on going.
Hey Regina,
I like your post; it has a lot of personality! My parents brought me up the same way in terms of grades…(up until report cards weren’t sent home anymore and everything was posted online-which they didn’t monitor). I’m glad we both went through the independence phase because there are still so many people pursuing majors they don’t want to but are “forced” to by their parents. That never ends well…anyway, best of luck!
Freshta
Hey Regina,
I really enjoyed reading this. It was witty and well-written. You’re super sassy and I love it.
I completely feel you when you say that the older you get, the less people care about you. But I would add that more important people also care about you more. I think it is in college, especially when you are commuting, that you realize who your true friends are. You see who takes the time out to keep you in your life, and while that might mean less people, it also means better people.
Best,
Pamela
Hey Regina,
I can totally see where you’re coming from when it comes to grades. I remember the very first time I broke 2000 on a practice SAT exam I smiled ear-to-ear for a good two hours I was so proud of myself. I went to tell my dad and he looked at me and said “alright, now how about a 2100.” I literally just walked away haha. Of course he was proud of me but he definitely doesn’t let any of my success or rather “little victories” get to my head & I’m incredibly grateful for that. I’m also one to try new things and open myself up to new experiences whenever I get the chance, so it seems we are also alike in that way.
Best,
Katharine