School
I told to my dad about the last thread I made. He was pretty supportive of me not wanting to be at Auburn anymore. I love it here, but I don't love it here. The amount of green space is awesome, but I also like the hustle and bustle of Atlanta.
I'm doing well in my Architecture class, but I still don't have any urge to do it anymore. I will most likely stick it out here for the rest of the academic year and transfer. I've been having these panic/anxiety attacks off and on all week. There time I get one, I want to go to Atlanta. I had one the whole way back home on Friday. My heart and my car were racing. It stopped shortly after I got home. I realized how much I miss it. When leaving for college I couldn't wait to get out of the crappiness of Atlanta, but once I left, I found out it's where I'm meant to be right now.
Many may see this as being lazy, but think what you want - I just don't want to work as hard as an architect needs to work. I don't give a shit about calculus. Architects don't use calculus. Police Officers surely don't use calculus. I thought college was suppose to be a place where you didn't have "core" classes.
I wanted to tell my dad that I want to switch majors. Him being an architect himself, it's really hard for me to talk to him about stuff. My mom doesn't know anything about art, so it's really easy because she'll usually agree with me or be like "Hey, this could be like this..." My dad is so into, he questions and criticizes. I don't know if his dream was to ever have a son that would follow his footsteps, but I'm in that position, and if that's what he wanted, it will be crushed in a few weeks. My future is my future and I should do what I want, but I don't know how he's going to feel.
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In a world so far away
At the end of a closing day
A little child was born and raised
Deep in the forest on a hidden place
Mother never saw his face
Ancient spirits of the forest
Made him king of elves and trees
He was the only human being
Who lived in harmony
In perfect harmony
The woods protected, fulfillled his needs
Fruit by birds, honey by bees
He found shelter under trees
He grew up in their company
They became his family
A thousand seasons
They passed him by
So many times, have said goodbye
And when the spirits called out his name
To join forever, forever to stay
A forest spirit he became
-----
In my hands
A legacy of memories
I can hear you say my name
I can almost see your smile
Feel the warmth of your embrace
But there is nothing but silence now
Around the one I loved
Is this our farewell?
Sweet darling you worry too much, my child
See the sadness in your eyes
You are not alone in life
Although you might think that you are
Never thought
This day would come so soon
We had no time to say goodbye
How can the world just carry on?
I feel so lost when you are not by my side
But there's nothing but silence now
Around the one I loved
Is this our farewell?
So sorry your world is tumbling down
I will watch you through these nights
Rest your head and go to sleep
Because my child, this not our farewell.
This is not our farewell.
I'm doing well in my Architecture class, but I still don't have any urge to do it anymore. I will most likely stick it out here for the rest of the academic year and transfer. I've been having these panic/anxiety attacks off and on all week. There time I get one, I want to go to Atlanta. I had one the whole way back home on Friday. My heart and my car were racing. It stopped shortly after I got home. I realized how much I miss it. When leaving for college I couldn't wait to get out of the crappiness of Atlanta, but once I left, I found out it's where I'm meant to be right now.
Many may see this as being lazy, but think what you want - I just don't want to work as hard as an architect needs to work. I don't give a shit about calculus. Architects don't use calculus. Police Officers surely don't use calculus. I thought college was suppose to be a place where you didn't have "core" classes.
I wanted to tell my dad that I want to switch majors. Him being an architect himself, it's really hard for me to talk to him about stuff. My mom doesn't know anything about art, so it's really easy because she'll usually agree with me or be like "Hey, this could be like this..." My dad is so into, he questions and criticizes. I don't know if his dream was to ever have a son that would follow his footsteps, but I'm in that position, and if that's what he wanted, it will be crushed in a few weeks. My future is my future and I should do what I want, but I don't know how he's going to feel.
----
In a world so far away
At the end of a closing day
A little child was born and raised
Deep in the forest on a hidden place
Mother never saw his face
Ancient spirits of the forest
Made him king of elves and trees
He was the only human being
Who lived in harmony
In perfect harmony
The woods protected, fulfillled his needs
Fruit by birds, honey by bees
He found shelter under trees
He grew up in their company
They became his family
A thousand seasons
They passed him by
So many times, have said goodbye
And when the spirits called out his name
To join forever, forever to stay
A forest spirit he became
-----
In my hands
A legacy of memories
I can hear you say my name
I can almost see your smile
Feel the warmth of your embrace
But there is nothing but silence now
Around the one I loved
Is this our farewell?
Sweet darling you worry too much, my child
See the sadness in your eyes
You are not alone in life
Although you might think that you are
Never thought
This day would come so soon
We had no time to say goodbye
How can the world just carry on?
I feel so lost when you are not by my side
But there's nothing but silence now
Around the one I loved
Is this our farewell?
So sorry your world is tumbling down
I will watch you through these nights
Rest your head and go to sleep
Because my child, this not our farewell.
This is not our farewell.