You would think in a social media based world more people would be willing to, and maybe even better at, committing to long-distance friendships and relationships.
That’s what I get for digging a guy 1,000 miles away.
*cue big sighs for Sara*
This is such a confidence boost! Thank you, that’s very sweet. :) I’m glad you’re enjoying my rants!
"Living here day by day, you think it’s the center of the world. You believe nothing will ever change. Then you leave: a year, two years. When you come back, everything’s changed. The thread’s broken. What you came to find isn’t there. What was yours is gone. You have to go away for a long time… many years… before you can come back and find your people. The land where you were born. But now, no. It’s not possible. Right now you’re blinder than I am."
Coming to terms with a new-found love for foreign film.
"We do not want merely to see beauty, we want something else which can hardly be put into words- to be united with [it], pass into it, receive it into ourselves, bathe in it, become part of it."
— C.S. Lewis
What I thought I learned last year and what I’m learning now.
In all sincerity, I shouldn’t be writing this. I should be studying for a test I’m taking tomorrow morning. But I can’t help but transfer a few thoughts from my head to my fingertips to the keyboard. Maybe this will clear my mind and keep me a bit more focused on the original task I set out to do this evening.
I killed it last year. I was one of three students in the entire junior class that got all A’s. That being said, I took AP and college classes, so don’t argue the possibility that my classes were easier than anyone else’s. The entire year, I was constantly writing papers, carrying out assignments, and studying to prove fellow pupils wrong. I wanted to prove that a girl who scored a.. Get ready for this… 20… 20! on the ACT could be just as determined, smart, and strong as some with a perfect score of 36. Throughout this time, I believed I was learning a lot. I shoved everything I possible could into my head and if it didn’t fit in my head I shoved it in my body (which was probably the reason I had an unhealthy amount of weight loss. Ahhh, the joys of stress). Instead of expanding my knowledge, I’m quite certain all I truly did was store “fake” knowledge or “teacher-pleasing” knowledge into my head. I learned how to give a teacher or professor exactly what they want, but what they want doesn’t actually matter in the long run.
I’ve learned more this past summer in my travels, encounters with wordly people, and self-reading than I have in all my years as a high school student. I think I have come to the realization that being a “teacher-pleaser” or one out of five thousand students to get a 36 on the ACT doesn’t compare to a world waiting to teach you and give you knowledge. Sorry Harvard, but I’d take a trip to Italy to study language and culture over a weekly class lecture about the history of Italy with 253 students and a heaping pile of study material any day.
For the time being, I’ll just eat ice cream and try to figure out how to do functions and solve solutions.
A few days ago I heard a horn while reading in my car, watching the sun spill out, and waiting for school to start and I thought of New York. I thought of the constant honking that comforted me while I slept above Times Square. Before my time in New York, I hated the sound of horns and whistles and all things that interrupted my thoughts. Now, however, they ease my mind of too many thoughts.