Everyone has a music artist that they love and have followed their discography. Somehow that artist spoke to your soul. All those feelings and thoughts put into a melody that made you shiver.
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Parents care a lot about grades. They want their kids to get into a good school to get a good job.
But who defines good?
It’s not a word that dictates any more about a person than the buzzwords on their resume.
My freshman year of high school I would cry over my math homework at the desk in our living room. No matter how much effort I put into studying, I never felt like I understood what I needed to do to succeed.
I never felt good about my work or the class. I asked the teacher for help, but that never felt like enough.
One day while crying over a failed test my mom asked me: “Did you try?”
I told her I asked the teacher for help after school, I did extra homework problems. Whatever the teacher recommended, I did.
She then asked, “Did you do everything you could?”
I told her yes.
She patted my back and hugged me. “Then you gave it your best. It’s okay that you’re not good at math. At least you can say you tried.”
Failure sucks. It is the worst feeling to know you didn’t succeed somewhere that you should have. But failure or the feeling of failure isn’t something to look at negatively.
If you tried and did all you could, then you didn’t fail.
You did your best.
It’s okay to not be good at something.
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As a freshman, my friend Jess told me that the next four years would fly by. Time is a goon.
It’s the weekend before finals, and as I and my peers write term papers and rehearse presentations, I’m faced with bidding farewell to a place I’m privileged to call home. This bittersweet experience makes my throat get tight and my eyes well.
For the first time in four years, I’m going to pack up my room and not move across campus for the summer. I won’t walk into the Office of Residence Life for work and spend my evenings hanging out with friends on the RA staff.
College is this strange time in your life where you are figuring out who you are. A process that doesn’t stop after you put on the cap and gown.
In two weeks I’m going to cross a stage and be given a diploma. A piece of paper that represents my academic achievement. What it doesn’t show is the tears, mental breakdowns, coffee cups, laughter, late nights, and friends I gained along the way.
I grew far more at college than I ever would have anticipated. That growth changed me for the better, even though at times it didn’t feel worth it.
Wherever I end up I will have these memories to look back on. They say when one door closes, another opens. But this feels like more than that. This is more than closing a chapter of my life.
So it goes.
This post contains spoilers to Gilmore Girls: A Year in the Life. Proceed with caution.
“If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer.” – Henry David Thoreau, Walden.
I hated reading Walden for my senior American Lit Seminar class.
Some of that might be because I kept falling asleep while reading the selected chapters . And others is because if I were an editor, there were a lot of sections I would have entirely cut for how useless they seemed. But I’m also wondering if I didn’t read the right sections at the right time, or because I was reading it for school my amount of analysis of the book was purely academic.
While writing my final essay for that class, I had to connect three or four of the novels together under one theme. For whatever reason I picked Walden, a strange decision given my strong feelings about the book. As I flipped through it looking for the quotes I needed, I found the quote I used at the start of the post.
I reread it several times and highlighted it.
My high school classmates are married, and some with children. I’m finishing up the Fall semester of my senior year of college. As I write this I’m procrastinating on a ten-page paper (my last final), and completing four more grad school app essays.
Life has taken me in many different directions, all off the beaten path. And I don’t regret it. The drum beat of my life has driven me to pursue my passion and given me opportunities I only dreamed of in high school.
For what its worth, keeping pace with others is a lose-lose situation. You’ll feel like you’re always behind, and that life is unfair. And that can damage your relationships with others because you might feel jaded. Comparing myself to my friends was more detrimental than it was encouraging.
Figuring out what I needed to be happy was all it took for me to be more complacent with what I have and what I’m doing. Listening to the rhythm of my own path was the smartest decision I’ve ever made.