Just a little rant about myself and rights that I just needed to get off my chest. Read if it so pleases you.
Sorry, CMU, I kind of don’t care about all the things your website is going to have until it actually changes.
Oh my god, right?! Like instead of just telling us about all this shit, just do it! ANd instead of just saying you’re building new housing, build some new mother fucking housing!
Calm the fuck down about the new dashboard? It’s one change. It’s gonna be ok. I understand we don’t like change, I understand we loved our old dashboard, but we will learn to adjust. Change is going to come in life every single day and let’s face it, this is a small change compared to a lot of other things. Everyone just keep calm and carry on.
When I was little, I wanted to be a teacher, then a ballerina, then a teacher again, then a doctor, and finally, when I realized I couldn’t stand the sight of blood and screamed at needles, I went back to teacher. So it really was no surprise to anyone when I said that I’m majoring in secondary English and Special Education. Knowing this allows me to be one of the lucky ones. I started college with a goal, already knowing what I wanted to do with my life. The majority of high school grads don’t. And that’s perfectly ok. And even when they do figure it out, college students, on average, will change their major 5 times before their junior year. Yet, I don’t feel like I will be one of them. I’ve always wanted to teach and to help children. Plus, once I have a plan, I really don’t like it getting messed up. Now that I had that all figured out and had a sense of freedom and individuality, it got me thinking about the future. Part of me just wishes I could fast forward through all the school and student loans and just get on with my life but the other part of me is really looking forward to it. Learning, achieving a degree, getting an apartment, getting a job, everything. Even though I’m happy for break, I can’t wait to go to more classes, to get more credits, to work more hours. I’m sure it will get old really fast but to me, it’s awesome right now. I feel like I’m finally doing something with my life. I feel like I’m finally going somewhere. And next year? It’ll be even better. I’ll already know what I’m doing and what I want. I’ll have a little more money and job experience. And my boyfriend will have his own place to. The fact that I’m so excited and rambling on about all this makes me seem childish but I don’t care, we’re finally adults that are going to make real lives. I know they’re going to be tough and annoying and frustrating, but they will be ours! And that’s the other thing about the future- marriage and a family. Do I want that? Can I handle that? How will it work? Luckily for me it’s still a few years away but with all the change, I can’t help but think about it. I used to think that marriage was an awful idea, that it ruined relationships and left people miserable. I used to think that I would never be a good mother, that kids would be too hard, and that I wouldn’t be able to fulfill my dreams. But a certain boy turned that around. I know it’s been only a year and we’re young and haven’t even hit the real world yet, I’m not saying we’re jumping into anything, I’m just saying I know the right feeling when I feel it and this is it. He turned things around in so many ways. I’m not sure if I believe in soulmates but if I did, he is mine and I’m his. It’s mushy and girly but I don’t care, he makes me happy and that’ll never change or be replaced. So maybe I don’t know what the future holds. Maybe I find a different job I end up loving or I move across the country, I just turned 18 and I have a lot of years to figure out where my life is going to go.