BP #49: The Most Honest Blogpost I Have Ever Penned
Back in August, I wrote a blogpost about why sophomore year would be the best sequel we ever pen. I wrote that we would find ourselves, and we would determine what the world would bring us. I wrote about the joy that the year would bring. And while this year has been all those things, I wrote that blog post in a very naive place. I was fooling myself.
I was lying to myself, and all of you.
Now, a few months, a few campus uproars, and a couple of resignations later, we are here. At the end of a semester that has been anything but easy. It’s no secret that our campus, and our lives changed over the course of the last couple of months. We were going to class one day, and the next the national media had filled our lawns. And while the acts were very necessary and amazing things, they added another layer to an already complicated year. I’m going to be very honest right now... probably the most honest that I have ever been on this blog.
Sophomore year has been one of the most confusing and twisting of my life. Everything seemed to happen all of a sudden.
All of sudden, I had to deal with the realities.
All of sudden, I had to come to terms with what was possible.
All of sudden, I had to chose what was right for me, and what was right for everyone else.
And all of sudden, I had to pick a future.
All in a mere hundred days.
From the moment we were old enough to form thoughts, we were asked what we wanted to be when we grew up. For years we played with the idea, changing our minds like Taco Bell changes menu items. At first, we wanted to be kings and queens. Then astronauts. Then presidents. Then teachers. Then mad scientists. The list goes on. And for some time, it felt like we had time. It felt like we had time to make the choice.
But now, as the halfway point of our sophomore year approaches, time is almost up. And now we being forced to choose.
It’s not really fair if we think about it. We are asked to check a box on a website to decide the path for the rest of our lives. There is very little room for error, and almost no room for takebacks. God that is a scary place. People say that you know who you are by time you’re our age, but I don’t think so. Because who I am now, is not who I was a year ago. Hell, who you were yesterday, is not who you are today. We change so much because we are constantly becoming better. So while right now I want to work in marketing, last year I wanted to be a meteorologist.
Time changes your dreams, until it unfairly forces you not to.
Guys this isn’t one of those post where I try to have answers. I don’t have them. I don’t think I ever will. The only thing I can offer all of us is some clarity, and some friendship. Because I know I am not the only one who feels like we are being put between a rock and oblivion right now. Is it fair? No. Is it life? Of course.
So yeah, that’s about it for today. I guess the only thing we can do is follow our heart, dream a little bit, and try to find our own path on this big rock under the heavens.
Talk to you guys soon.
EICHEL | @EichelGDavis
