I’m in sophomore year!!!! Though, I still don’t have some pretty interesting major subjects and the only major subject that we’re all expecting that we’ll be good at turns out that things are about to get ugly because we’re not happy about certain “things” that I won’t mention specifically here out public where everyone can open and read.
So it turns out that we’re not gonna have so much fun at all with this “major” subject because
a) We’re always snoozing off.
b) Boring lesson plans.
c) Predictable Project Plannings and Stuff.
I mean I just can’t wrap my head around trying to analyze stuff, standing and walking around for hours asking people the obvious. It just doesn’t cut it. Though, I think it has something to do with my “if you can see it, write it” mentality, which I think is pretty cool and a pretty accurate coming from someone who is pessimistic about academics and world politics and the like.
Then we are being forced to review a lesson that we didn’t work so much for an exam, then we are expected to do a field work which requires an exorbitant amount of time, money, energy which we also lands on a group with a very demanding leader(nothing negative on that one) then we are actually expected to sit for one full hour to someone who have this heavy accent that we cant accentuate properly.
Sometimes it’s not fair.
The best thing about this whole regimen and scenario is that I got to experience some real field work where there’s real people involved where they are not shaped according to how I want my ink to look when I do with pen and paper.
Some people just write and write and I think that’s amazing just shutting out all the things for a moment but the thing is, you can’t run away from reality and you will have to face it once and for all and this project woke me up. After going home with a stomach full of junk, an empty feeling, worn grimy shoes and the lasting pain on your feet that will haunt you for days, it makes you appreciate something you see so worthless and makes you long for more in the future cause it just keeps your feet on the ground.
Makes you appreciate the simplest things. It makes you think again and again. Then you learn.
Books are undoubtedly wonderful. They bring life to the impossible. They bring color and imagination. Indeed they widen the skies so that birds can fly farther. More.
They say seeing is believing. I do know that. Though, there are things that you don’t need to see to believe. Like faith. Love. Air.
I don’t know where exactly am I getting at but I guess you get my point.
I’m just about to ponder on the best way to type out a conclusion on how I can show a terse but striking paragraph on what I have learned.
I have learned that it’s not enough to be a smart ass, because as I reflected on the pain on my foot that’s numbing my nerves, being a smart ass is not smart at all. You’re just so good with complains and excuses and the like. Being smart is different.
This could get worse you know.
That’s probably one of the worst conclusions in the face of the universe but you’ll have to do with it. You’re smart after all.