young people are funny
tonight was such an amusing stroll down memory lane. i read all my old greatestjournal entries and saved the ones worth reading again, and i was amazed at the opinions and perspective of my younger self. there was this entry i made after visiting gallaudet last year-- i was a senior in high school who thought she was ready for the world, and after all the excitement. i wrote:
"i've never felt so out of place in my life. i've never had trouble meeting new people or adjusting to new evnironments, but for some reason, it was different this time. i felt like i was looking at my future from an outsider's perspective, and i'm not sure if i liked what i saw. it's amazing how different a person can become once the sips of alcohol start working their systems. on the first night, i lied on the floor just as i was losing my buzz, but i couldn't sleep. i simply didn't feel like i belonged there."
there was more to the entry, but this part stood out. i remember that night SO WELL. i was literally on the verge of tears, lying on that floor and thinking about how college didn't seem so great to me anymore. to this day, i think that night was when i appreciated csd the most. high school plans out your routines, and if you take a second to blink, everything's still there. you don't have to run to keep up with the crazy pace, and you know your place so well. gallaudet scared me shitless that night.
and look at me now.
"i've never felt so out of place in my life. i've never had trouble meeting new people or adjusting to new evnironments, but for some reason, it was different this time. i felt like i was looking at my future from an outsider's perspective, and i'm not sure if i liked what i saw. it's amazing how different a person can become once the sips of alcohol start working their systems. on the first night, i lied on the floor just as i was losing my buzz, but i couldn't sleep. i simply didn't feel like i belonged there."
there was more to the entry, but this part stood out. i remember that night SO WELL. i was literally on the verge of tears, lying on that floor and thinking about how college didn't seem so great to me anymore. to this day, i think that night was when i appreciated csd the most. high school plans out your routines, and if you take a second to blink, everything's still there. you don't have to run to keep up with the crazy pace, and you know your place so well. gallaudet scared me shitless that night.
and look at me now.