About that time

Well...it's about that time. Actually, way past that time. I've been busy lately and haven't made posting on here a priority. Sorry to my millions thousands hundreds handful of followers. Nothing super interesting has happened to me lately except the infamous Senior Slide.

Urban Dictionary defines Senior Slide as "that magical part of your senior year when things get a little easier and nothing you do matters."

And boy, does everything that I do not seem to matter. I keep saying to myself, "will this matter in 5 years? Who is going to care about my opinion on the management practices of people in Malaysia or whether or not I come up with a fictitious General Mills product that 'succeeds'?" There have been countless days where I've had to drag myself out of bed and MAKE myself go to class that day- because in the end, does it really matter? I think of the hundreds of thousands of college kids that skip classes and still graduate.

But then I think about how I was raised. 

I was not raised as a slacker.

My parents taught me how to work hard. Even through all the kicking and screaming and tears and pouting and sulking (boy, was I good at sulking), they stuck with it and made sure I did what I was supposed to.

Sure, sometimes it stinks having to go to class every day - but let's face it...I had a pretty easy semester.

Then I think about The Boy, and how hard he works. Having him alongside me, working hard, motivates me to be better at all that I do. He is always encouraging me to be better, or finish strong, or he's there if I want to vent and get mad at people.

Sometimes, even with all of that, I still get apathetic.

Then I know who I can turn to. My friend Hannah has been there for me the past few years. She's been there at 3 in the morning studying for an Algebraic Structures or Real Analysis exam right alongside me. She has been there to chat with me when I get really depressed about the pile of homework I have waiting for me. She's been there when I am anxious about upcoming exams, papers, concerts, interviews, and special events. She's the Frodo to my Sam.

Sam: This is it.
Frodo: This is what?
Sam: If I take one more step, it'll be the farthest away from home I've ever been.
Frodo: Come on, Sam. Remember what Bilbo used to say: "It's a dangerous business, Frodo, going out your door. You step onto the road, and if you don't keep your feet, there's no knowing where you might be swept off to."

So sorry for the sappy post. But I'm getting emotional about the school year ending and another chapter of my life beginning! And it's exciting.

Too much mushy stuff. Here's some funny pictures.

 

Happy Wednesday!