Genius
There are a lot of genius stories out there. Stories about people who just seem to have a knack for doing certain things. People who are Math geniuses, or who have a certain amount of prowess at business. Looking at people who have any sort of prowess at anything really gives you the illusion that things are easy, and that if its something that you're good at, it will come.
Something was left out of my childhood. It was the realization that things took work. That I wasn't smart enough to just wing everything, and that I actually had to do something to get somewhere. It's took me about 18 years to figure that one out, and then it was a little bit late. There was never any incentive to working hard. All I wanted to do was play, and my marks were okay, so I never REALLY needed to study that badly. Whenever I sat down to do work in high school, most of it was spent day dreaming. Studying during exam period consisted mainly of looking out the window. I never thought about the repercussions of my actions. I was always told that I was smart, so why bother working so hard?
Even now, I think there are still remnants of those kinds of thoughts in my life. That I have some sort of proficiency at something, and that I don't really need to work all that hard. I never learned that lesson. The lesson of hard work. I always try and wing things as much as possible. Personal epiphany. At least I have three exams left to my undergraduate career. :P
Something was left out of my childhood. It was the realization that things took work. That I wasn't smart enough to just wing everything, and that I actually had to do something to get somewhere. It's took me about 18 years to figure that one out, and then it was a little bit late. There was never any incentive to working hard. All I wanted to do was play, and my marks were okay, so I never REALLY needed to study that badly. Whenever I sat down to do work in high school, most of it was spent day dreaming. Studying during exam period consisted mainly of looking out the window. I never thought about the repercussions of my actions. I was always told that I was smart, so why bother working so hard?
Even now, I think there are still remnants of those kinds of thoughts in my life. That I have some sort of proficiency at something, and that I don't really need to work all that hard. I never learned that lesson. The lesson of hard work. I always try and wing things as much as possible. Personal epiphany. At least I have three exams left to my undergraduate career. :P