Dear Molly,
Well, wow. Good golly. When you began this blogging adventure 3 years, 1 month, 3 weeks, and 3 days ago, you never thought this day would come. You're an 'adult' in college. Depression has a way of slowing down time. The hell hole that was 2014 moved at the speed of Molasses in the Winter.
Well, wow. Good golly. When you began this blogging adventure 3 years, 1 month, 3 weeks, and 3 days ago, you never thought this day would come. You're an 'adult' in college. Depression has a way of slowing down time. The hell hole that was 2014 moved at the speed of Molasses in the Winter.
In September 2013, you had this grand plan of becoming a cognitive scientist. You thought you wanted to go to a fancy private university, become a researcher, and unlock secrets of human behavior. And that plan dwindled with fury. You learned that you cannot stand to be around spoiled, rich, or snobby kids. Then you realized that while your intellectual curiosity is as strong as ever, you simply don't have the patience to do lab reports and things of that nature.They started to fall under the category of "Why bother?".
Luckily, through time at AbilityFirst and joining two groups of Best Buddies, you learned that helping other people improve is your passion, your absolute favorite thing to do. You have a plan, and a definite path you're on.
Luckily, through time at AbilityFirst and joining two groups of Best Buddies, you learned that helping other people improve is your passion, your absolute favorite thing to do. You have a plan, and a definite path you're on.
Well, college. It's weird having all this independence. But that doesn't detract from the reality that you're at your last choice of college because scholarships may help with tuition but involve sky-high costs of living. College ain't cheap. A family that's strapped for cash is not a pleasant family. And there's also a fatal lack of trust from the 'rents. Pleads of "What happened once won't happen again" don't fly. Sadly.
The worst part of college is the constant boredom and loneliness. You have a two and a half hour break in the morning and an hour break in the afternoon, and never know what to do with yourself, besides attempting to focus on studying, and stare off into space and zone out. Ugh. And the loneliness. Sure, you see people in class, but you miss high school when you actually saw your friends on a regular, consistent basis. And the jealousy of seemingly everyone who gets to live somewhere besides at home at first choice colleges is raging on a daily basis.
The best part about college is the classes. It's definitely weird not having math and English. But Spanish is going well, Sociology is enjoyable, you're slowly becoming better at tap dancing, and in spite of a not-so-great professor, Scientific and Spatial Reasoning is relatively interesting.
The worst part of college is the constant boredom and loneliness. You have a two and a half hour break in the morning and an hour break in the afternoon, and never know what to do with yourself, besides attempting to focus on studying, and stare off into space and zone out. Ugh. And the loneliness. Sure, you see people in class, but you miss high school when you actually saw your friends on a regular, consistent basis. And the jealousy of seemingly everyone who gets to live somewhere besides at home at first choice colleges is raging on a daily basis.
The best part about college is the classes. It's definitely weird not having math and English. But Spanish is going well, Sociology is enjoyable, you're slowly becoming better at tap dancing, and in spite of a not-so-great professor, Scientific and Spatial Reasoning is relatively interesting.
Back to the part about not feeling like a college student: your life is really no different. You might go to a different school, but you're still living at home, with your parents to monitor your every move. But maybe that will get better in time.
Love, Molly
Song of the day:
Future Looks Good by OneRepublic
Although the present kinda sucks, hope for a better future continues to make you get up and kick your own ass every single day.
Woke up starin' at this, starin' at this empty room
Looked at thousand different pictures that your mother took of you
You see I had this crazy dream last night, this man he talked to me
He told me everything that's good and bad about my history
Looked at thousand different pictures that your mother took of you
You see I had this crazy dream last night, this man he talked to me
He told me everything that's good and bad about my history
But he said that you are, you are the future
He said that you are, you are the future
And the future looks good
The future looks good
He said that you are, you are the future
And the future looks good
The future looks good
Oh, call me anytime that every time you're losin' it
And tell me anyone and everyone who makes you feel like shit
Because you know anybody, everybody else can lie
But honey I won't see you with a, see you with a broken set of eyes
And tell me anyone and everyone who makes you feel like shit
Because you know anybody, everybody else can lie
But honey I won't see you with a, see you with a broken set of eyes
I swear that you are, you are the future
I swear that you are, you are the future
And the future looks good
Oh, yeah
The future looks good
Oh, yeah
I swear that you are, you are the future
And the future looks good
Oh, yeah
The future looks good
Oh, yeah
