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Oh summer and all the joys and sorrows you bring me.
This summer (which isn't quite over, and I'm still looking forward to what's left) has been the most memorable of my entire life. It all started with a five week voyage halfway across the world, and I came back a different person. I saw many people in many new lights in which I had never seen them before, and many people saw me in a light in which they had never seen me. I was enlightened, puzzled, and disappointed all at the same time. I had awful epiphanies, uplifting ideas, experienced extreme joy and awe, and fought off crippling loneliness and depression that comes with being homesick. I may have had even lost a best friend in the process. The world around me had completely changed whether I wanted it to or not, and I needed to adapt and mold myself to the new person that I needed to be to fit new needs and wants.
I had all sorts of revelations about myself and the person I was up to that point. The realization that life was rather empty then, driven by material greed, was something I did not want to hear but at the same time felt cleansing. When I came back I found myself not caring so much what I was wearing that day, how nice the car was that I was driving, and what everyone else saw me as. This however, is not to be confused with a lack of self-worth or pride or whatever you may call it, as there is a fine line between obsessing over your image and taking good care of yourself. I still enjoy getting pressed and dressed once in a while, I keep whatever car I'm driving respectably clean, and still brush my teeth and shower regularly so folks don't know me as the guy who stinks. It's just that I simply have found that line between being unbelievably high maintenance and taking care of myself. I'm just not all that worried anymore.
College shall be a grand adventure, and I'm looking forward to it immensely. The anticipation is one part ambition, one part fear, one part joy, and one part a desire to move on because I didn't accomplish everything I wanted to do during the end of school and during the summer. This summer, once again, was full of things I said I'd do but didn't, people I didn't see enough of or at all, and even promises to myself that I broke. That is not to say it was without triumph or great memories, I think the part of me that retains regret is the same part that all of us have that wanted our "senior summer" to be picture perfect. I think we have given it "the old college try" (no pun intended), and we shouldn't be disappointed in what we came up with.
This summer (which isn't quite over, and I'm still looking forward to what's left) has been the most memorable of my entire life. It all started with a five week voyage halfway across the world, and I came back a different person. I saw many people in many new lights in which I had never seen them before, and many people saw me in a light in which they had never seen me. I was enlightened, puzzled, and disappointed all at the same time. I had awful epiphanies, uplifting ideas, experienced extreme joy and awe, and fought off crippling loneliness and depression that comes with being homesick. I may have had even lost a best friend in the process. The world around me had completely changed whether I wanted it to or not, and I needed to adapt and mold myself to the new person that I needed to be to fit new needs and wants.
I had all sorts of revelations about myself and the person I was up to that point. The realization that life was rather empty then, driven by material greed, was something I did not want to hear but at the same time felt cleansing. When I came back I found myself not caring so much what I was wearing that day, how nice the car was that I was driving, and what everyone else saw me as. This however, is not to be confused with a lack of self-worth or pride or whatever you may call it, as there is a fine line between obsessing over your image and taking good care of yourself. I still enjoy getting pressed and dressed once in a while, I keep whatever car I'm driving respectably clean, and still brush my teeth and shower regularly so folks don't know me as the guy who stinks. It's just that I simply have found that line between being unbelievably high maintenance and taking care of myself. I'm just not all that worried anymore.
College shall be a grand adventure, and I'm looking forward to it immensely. The anticipation is one part ambition, one part fear, one part joy, and one part a desire to move on because I didn't accomplish everything I wanted to do during the end of school and during the summer. This summer, once again, was full of things I said I'd do but didn't, people I didn't see enough of or at all, and even promises to myself that I broke. That is not to say it was without triumph or great memories, I think the part of me that retains regret is the same part that all of us have that wanted our "senior summer" to be picture perfect. I think we have given it "the old college try" (no pun intended), and we shouldn't be disappointed in what we came up with.