Wednesday, July 3, 2013

Day 17-- Your Highs and Lows This Past Year

I can't recall my high and lows these past years. Everything happens in a flash of lightning and I was flabbergasted, not being able to catch up, process and absorb anything.

My highest these past year would probably got accepted in a Law School. Which caught me off guard as well, since I feel like I am under a social pressure in order to pursue my passion in art. They tell you not to get scared to pursue your passion but there are a lot of things relates to your future job beside having a passion in one field. You have to consider your job prospect, and success probability, which always subjective, and of course I got scared. There are too much risk. But I realize choosing to study Law is a great risk too.

Then, graduation, which is ironically one of my lows this past year. Happy, because I graduated with a relatively good score, which I still think that I could get higher marks, but hey, no more physics in my whole life? That is definitely something worth to celebrate. Lows, because in the graduation, was probably the least presentable version of me. And I'm not ready. I'm not ready to leave this state of myself, to leave the circle I've been unconsciously built inside of me. And I'm not ready to jump to a whole different world that I'm not used to. But I guess life doesn't work that way.

Friends, is both in my high and lows too. These past year, I've never thought that I would be that way. Thankfully, you guys gave me the taste of high school life. Well, anyone won't hang out in the midst of the craziness of senior year. But you, my partners in crime. We chatted when everyone did their task since we felt "too lazy to do it". I remember our "We've fed up of this kind of life" speech. But sadly we have to go in separate ways. I'll wish you guys all the best in your own paths.

Probably that was my highlight of these past year. Not much, since my past year was socially uneventful but is was academically roller-coaster ride.



bye!

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