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"In order to keep a true perspective of one’s importance, everyone should have a dog that will worship him and a cat that will ignore him."
- Dereke Bruce
About a year ago, I found out that I was accepted into an exclusive 40-person program at UCF. Basically, I was guaranteed an MBA within a year... as long as I passed the classes and stayed alive. Currently, I'm in my six month in the program. I've made some really good friends and learned a lot about business. My internship, which is paid and takes the place of a class this semester, brings different challenges each day. I work at an electrical contractor in Altamonte Springs and constantly deal with credit departments, vendors, our employees and my boss.
I went to a party on Saturday night. It was nice to see my ex-girlfriend and to see how happy she is now. There were some people I remembered and some I had forgotten. One of the biggest realizations of the night was that I'm becoming incredibly socially awkward. I don't know when I became so serious or such a downer. Four years ago, I was vibrant and enthusiastic - some might even say the life of the party.
Importance is a funny thing. For the last four years, I've been the most important person in someone's life. Outside of my family and close friends. I felt like I was the shit. Making friends was easy, school was endurable, I managed my money well - and I was happy. Found people who took me for some pretty wild rollercoasters and then realized it wasn't going to work out.
I spent all of my junior year just not dating anyone. Realizing I needed to be more comfortable with myself, in my own skin. I think this was the best year of my life. I was a team leader for the honors college, a good role model for the incoming freshmen and a solid friend. I got all A's that year but I still made time for people who I cared about. That whole year I tried moving on from something that I had given too much importance to. And I felt like I had accomplished that.
You could say that I was right, but you'd be wrong.
- Dereke Bruce
About a year ago, I found out that I was accepted into an exclusive 40-person program at UCF. Basically, I was guaranteed an MBA within a year... as long as I passed the classes and stayed alive. Currently, I'm in my six month in the program. I've made some really good friends and learned a lot about business. My internship, which is paid and takes the place of a class this semester, brings different challenges each day. I work at an electrical contractor in Altamonte Springs and constantly deal with credit departments, vendors, our employees and my boss.
I went to a party on Saturday night. It was nice to see my ex-girlfriend and to see how happy she is now. There were some people I remembered and some I had forgotten. One of the biggest realizations of the night was that I'm becoming incredibly socially awkward. I don't know when I became so serious or such a downer. Four years ago, I was vibrant and enthusiastic - some might even say the life of the party.
Importance is a funny thing. For the last four years, I've been the most important person in someone's life. Outside of my family and close friends. I felt like I was the shit. Making friends was easy, school was endurable, I managed my money well - and I was happy. Found people who took me for some pretty wild rollercoasters and then realized it wasn't going to work out.
I spent all of my junior year just not dating anyone. Realizing I needed to be more comfortable with myself, in my own skin. I think this was the best year of my life. I was a team leader for the honors college, a good role model for the incoming freshmen and a solid friend. I got all A's that year but I still made time for people who I cared about. That whole year I tried moving on from something that I had given too much importance to. And I felt like I had accomplished that.
You could say that I was right, but you'd be wrong.