Made to Stick
Almost at the end of first semester (aka freshman year) and I find it strange because while everyone else is wearing out I am finally getting excited to be here-
How backward and odd
Taking stock I really haven't cracked in the ways I expected to. At least not yet....
Instead all of my stresses seem to come from personal crap-
Maybe that's what you get when you are raised by a lawyer and a recovering ad man
- the ability to see school as just school, and work as just work-
sure it sometimes isnt fair, sure it sometimes doesn't leave you with a lot of sleep- but its one of the few things in life that you can actually control-
It's one of the few things in life where you can reasonably hope for an output similar to the amount of effort you put into it.
Sure a lot of it seems to be gut and instinct and intelligence, but in the end all you can really do is do your damn best-
Try to follow as few rules as possible and see what you can get away with
There really is no point freaking out about work that is going to get done one way or another.
And if you hate it - get the fuck out of here-
I think that is one of the best gifts I ever got from my mother-
the ability to throw yourself into something without having it eat you alive.
I see a lot of people being eaten alive
I see so many people using work as an excuse to not live their life.
I call bullshit
How backward and odd
Taking stock I really haven't cracked in the ways I expected to. At least not yet....
Instead all of my stresses seem to come from personal crap-
Maybe that's what you get when you are raised by a lawyer and a recovering ad man
- the ability to see school as just school, and work as just work-
sure it sometimes isnt fair, sure it sometimes doesn't leave you with a lot of sleep- but its one of the few things in life that you can actually control-
It's one of the few things in life where you can reasonably hope for an output similar to the amount of effort you put into it.
Sure a lot of it seems to be gut and instinct and intelligence, but in the end all you can really do is do your damn best-
Try to follow as few rules as possible and see what you can get away with
There really is no point freaking out about work that is going to get done one way or another.
And if you hate it - get the fuck out of here-
I think that is one of the best gifts I ever got from my mother-
the ability to throw yourself into something without having it eat you alive.
I see a lot of people being eaten alive
I see so many people using work as an excuse to not live their life.
I call bullshit