Em
Shared on Wed, 01/24/2007 - 23:28Shed kill me for this, but its a public post on her xanga and I am at a loss with how to make her......less angst ridden? less fearful? This is a blog post from my 17 year olds xanga site (she blogs daily) Any insite would be appreciated
I'd like it if a boy wrote me a song. Okay, Tim wrote me a song once, and it was great and made me smile for ages because it was really sweet. But, I don't know. Something with feeling. Passion. Love. I don't know, I'm really kind of rambling, but I am in need of a good paragraph about absolute nothingness.
I kind of just want to drop everything I've been doing lately. Physics has really got me thinking: You always hear the cliche expressions like "Do what you want, and fuck the rest" (okay, that paraphrasing was from Little Miss Sunshine, but you all know those general pep up sayings, right?) Anyway, I'm not going to be a physicist. I'm not going to be a mathematician or an engineer or a scientist or anything like that. I'm going into either some form of writing career, a computer graphics design career, a music (producing) career, or a psychiatric career. None of that dealing with anything I'm learning in any of my classes. Not even English is really helping my "writing side" of my brain, because well, as much as I love Oakes, it's a 6th grade class, and even that is pushing it.
Why should I be spending so much of my life, struggling with grades and all of this, when I know the basics of what I'll need in the "real world" from what I've learned in elementary school? Sure, it's good to know things so I'm not a royal dumbass (even though many a student at Camden Catholic have proven that even 11 years of schooling have proved completely inaffective to their intelligence levels, or lack thereof.), but what will knowing how to calculate the acceleration that a toy plane that a small boy is twirling around in a circle needs in order for the amount of work the child does in a certain amount of time do me? Exactly.
Maybe it's the knowledge of the ability for me to take pretty much no classes next year, or the fact that everyone is filling out those SAT forms for the March SAT's and the word "college" is being thrown around left and right, and probably the fact that I still have absolutely no idea what colleges I want to apply to, let alone the one I choose to go to, that has got me thinking about all of this.
I fear the future. I fear choosing the wrong college. I fear choosing the wrong major. I fear being too fearful of other people and never meeting anybody new. I fear never being in love again because I am still not over my first love, and life experiences have proved marriage to be completely fake. I fear being unhappy for the rest of my life. I fear being a lousy parent.
I fear I'm afraid of too much.
I'd like it if a boy wrote me a song. Okay, Tim wrote me a song once, and it was great and made me smile for ages because it was really sweet. But, I don't know. Something with feeling. Passion. Love. I don't know, I'm really kind of rambling, but I am in need of a good paragraph about absolute nothingness.
I kind of just want to drop everything I've been doing lately. Physics has really got me thinking: You always hear the cliche expressions like "Do what you want, and fuck the rest" (okay, that paraphrasing was from Little Miss Sunshine, but you all know those general pep up sayings, right?) Anyway, I'm not going to be a physicist. I'm not going to be a mathematician or an engineer or a scientist or anything like that. I'm going into either some form of writing career, a computer graphics design career, a music (producing) career, or a psychiatric career. None of that dealing with anything I'm learning in any of my classes. Not even English is really helping my "writing side" of my brain, because well, as much as I love Oakes, it's a 6th grade class, and even that is pushing it.
Why should I be spending so much of my life, struggling with grades and all of this, when I know the basics of what I'll need in the "real world" from what I've learned in elementary school? Sure, it's good to know things so I'm not a royal dumbass (even though many a student at Camden Catholic have proven that even 11 years of schooling have proved completely inaffective to their intelligence levels, or lack thereof.), but what will knowing how to calculate the acceleration that a toy plane that a small boy is twirling around in a circle needs in order for the amount of work the child does in a certain amount of time do me? Exactly.
Maybe it's the knowledge of the ability for me to take pretty much no classes next year, or the fact that everyone is filling out those SAT forms for the March SAT's and the word "college" is being thrown around left and right, and probably the fact that I still have absolutely no idea what colleges I want to apply to, let alone the one I choose to go to, that has got me thinking about all of this.
I fear the future. I fear choosing the wrong college. I fear choosing the wrong major. I fear being too fearful of other people and never meeting anybody new. I fear never being in love again because I am still not over my first love, and life experiences have proved marriage to be completely fake. I fear being unhappy for the rest of my life. I fear being a lousy parent.
I fear I'm afraid of too much.
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