I have always been the intellectual type…Not really concerned about the technical aspect of life, but the intuitive rather. The facts that trickle through a textbook have always been useless information to me. I find myself falling asleep at the pages actually. I’m not sure why, I was born that way I suppose..Or maybe my adolescence played a major part..But that remains to be seen. The point is, I see myself involved in a creative vista of professionalism versus the typical business woman scene we have all become accustomed to. Do I desire success? Well, yea of course.
I am approaching the second semester of my sophomore year in college and I find myself asking a common yet complex question; Is college really for me? I mean, I know my friends and certainly my family would agree that it is in my best interest to earn a degree of some sort. But, is it really what I want? I have no desire to even be present in the classroom, let alone complete the assignments or pay attention. My passion really lies in what goes on outside those double doors…The real world. Its art. Its sounds. Its simplistic beauty. I feel like there is so much more to be had than just stored knowledge that is generally forgotten over time.
I guess what I’m trying to say is I want to make my mark in this world, one that will be remembered. Something tangible. Something worth noting. With a psychology degree I can inspire, yes. With an extended education I can become wealthy, yes. But I want to achieve these things in my own way…
So the decision has been made, I think…I will not be registering for the spring semester. I plan to focus my attention on my writing and my future. I will no longer be wasting my time behind a desk filled with piles of confusion. It has been a terrific learning experience, but now is the time for me to seek realistic happiness..
