mmmmmmm….. truly amazing day. He provides like no other. SO MUCH EXCITEMENT.
On another note, made a blog for my travels & writing - follow if you’d like :)
(Source: tupac, via fuckyeahphotographics)
Shoot, that in itself, was a miracle. WHAT. Can’t complain :)
denouement
The end of any event is the most significant. Resolution- there’s something about closure that gives us the head nod, or thumbs up; it reassures us that whatever we’re doing is… okay.
I just finished my last final of my junior year of college, today. I mean, granted I’m not even sure if I’ll be graduating in May cause of the number of classes I still need to take. But even so, this is my third year of college. I can’t even interpret the impact and the big-ness of such a statement. Why do I not feel anything? Why do I never feel anything anymore, when it comes to school? This semester was probably the perfect definition of being completely toasted, grilled-cheese kind of BURNT out. I have never been more mentally, emotionally, or physically burnt out. And the thing is….. this isn’t even bad. It only gets busier, it only gets harder from here.
You know what though? I think the biggest and most reassuring advice, that I got from alumni this past semester, is: grades don’t matter. Yeah, grades matter- they indicate how motivated you actually are in succeeding. But that’s not all of it. And you know what? They right, they right. Knowledge is power. Not a perfect gpa.
I may be writing all this to make myself feel better about how shitty I did on my probability final.. but you know what? C’est la vie. I’m gonna enjoy this summer, cause I fucking deserve it. I’m gonna fucking enjoy Cambodia, DC, roadtrips. Because all the sweat and tears I shed to get somewhere was worth something and I ain’t giving up, yet. And you best expect to see my name somewhere.. cause I’m gonna get big =)
How I feel every time I take an exam:
Physically
Mentally
I was just sitting at my desk last night, just working, as usual. As I was working, one or two ants just pop out of no where. Of course, being me, I initially freak out cause heck, they might’ve been ants, but they were pretty damn big. But then after my initial freak out, I take a tissue and kill them. Both.
I woke up, dazed that I even dreamt of such a normal occurrence. While the dream was happening, I really thought I was still awake. Now that I actually AM awake, I’m in a daze. Ants are symbolic of so many things.. maybe killing one or two of them was a good thing.
