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It's a strange feeling on this Wednesday morning. I want to go to sleep and I likely will very soon, but it has been such a long time since I have written anything. It's also been awhile since I've felt anything. I am not sure if that makes sense.
I'm not sure who I am. Or who I was. Or who I have been. I worry about who I am and who I will be. Is it strange that I would be hard pressed to describe myself. I worry about being a good person, I am pretty sure I am. I'm still struggling with who I am and who I might yet be.
On a related note I need to find some courses to take. It is a scary thought that these courses help define you, at least among this college world. I keep saying "journalism," but having never had a course or any other experience with anything having to do with it, how do I know what I want? Psychology classes are fun, but I don't want to be a psych major (no less love for those who are).
I'd have been better off in a society where I was just told what to be, that would be easier.
Now a moment of Plato:
Born of Bronze and Silver...what will this boy be in the end?
I'm not sure who I am. Or who I was. Or who I have been. I worry about who I am and who I will be. Is it strange that I would be hard pressed to describe myself. I worry about being a good person, I am pretty sure I am. I'm still struggling with who I am and who I might yet be.
On a related note I need to find some courses to take. It is a scary thought that these courses help define you, at least among this college world. I keep saying "journalism," but having never had a course or any other experience with anything having to do with it, how do I know what I want? Psychology classes are fun, but I don't want to be a psych major (no less love for those who are).
I'd have been better off in a society where I was just told what to be, that would be easier.
Now a moment of Plato:
Born of Bronze and Silver...what will this boy be in the end?