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Thursday, October 14, 2004

Hidden meanings 

The past few months, I've been thinking how I kind of regret coming to Case. I haven't been that happy with my major and I wish I could do something else, but I feel like I'm in too deep academically and financially to change anything. Also, there are things about the environment here that I'm not too fond of. I think it's definitely something that is typical of Case students, and maybe even college students in general. As you get older and have been around someplace for awhile, you tend to get a certain bitterness towards it. When I was a freshman, I met a senior who asked me how I liked Case. I was still excited about college and being away from home and everything, so I said I really liked it. He was surprised to hear that, and warned me that the bitterness would come. I didn't really think too much of it at the time, but he was right. What I really wanted to talk about tonight, though, was a new way of thinking about it. I realized tonight that no matter how I may feel about Case and my current situation, I'm here for a reason. I might not know what that reason is, but it's God's plan that I be here now. So even if things don't always seem to be the best, they're still helping shape me in some way or another. There's a comfort in that. It's hard to describe, but it's like a sudden reversal of thinking. You go from regretting your situation to thinking, this is where I'm supposed to be, like it or not, and how can I make the most out of it? It's hard to say how long this revelation will last, but it's encouraging to think that even if I'm not getting all I want out of college, there is still a reason to be here. So what is that reason, and how do I start taking advantage of the circumstances I'm in?

Current Mood: Strangely happy
Currently listening to: The Bends and OK Computer by Radiohead
Last movie I saw: The Cider House Rules
One line review: Fairly predictable, fairly boring, decent acting
On a scale of 0-5 sucks (0 being the best): 2 sucks

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