Lately I’ve been thinking about what I want out of life, since my future is rapidly approaching whether I like it or not, i better figure it out. The only problem is: I. have. no. idea. Every time I think I know, life just slaps me rudely in the face and tells me I haven’t a clue. To be honest, I’m not sure I want to know. What I mean by that is, I want to spend time figuring it all out. Sadly, life doesn’t allow for such luxuries. I have to apply to a college in the fall. I missed the early admission deadline that my parents wanted me to make, because I’m not sure where I want to go. I considered applying for the spring of 2013, but soon realized more time isn’t going to help me make the decision, it’ll just give me more time to be confused. If I had to choose one thing to be in life, it wouldn’t be rich, successful, even beautiful, it’d just happy. Don’t get me wrong, being rich,successful and beautiful are all amazing things, but if I had to choose, it would be happy. I just want to wake up every morning content. Sadly you can not declare “happy” as a major and “happy” doesn’t appear as an occupation on a loan, so I have to decide where to apply to. Where ever I go, whether it be in my hometown, France, or Mars, I just don’t want to lose myself. I’ve worked too hard finding exactly who my truest self is, in the sea of people pretending to be something they’re not, that I live in, to lose myself again. Growing up stinks.
Where’s Peter Pan?
Not only can we express ourselves through our writing, but we can express ourselves through the way we dress, fashion. What you wear is your calling card to the world, no I’m not saying that you should break the bank and wear all the latest trends, I’m saying dress the way you feel. Let the world know how you’re feeling. If you’re upset choose an outfit that says “buzz off” if you’re happy, let us know.
My obsession with J.D. Salinger’s Catcher in The Rye began after being assigned the novel junior year. I approached the assignment as I do all Lit. assignments, haphazardly and dreadfully. Truth is, the title “American Classic” just did not appeal to me. However, as I got over myself and actually began to read the novel and respect it for the piece of literary genius it is, I soon realized that we all ARE Holden Caufield. No, we’re not all a disrespectful teenage boy with a drinking problem. We all possess the same sense of lost-ness. We’re all wandering NYC, trying to find our way home. Rich, poor, famous, not so famous, young, old, the fact of the matter is we all are constantly questioning ourselves, trying to find our selves and pretend we know what we’re doing. We’re all wandering around New York playing adult. Truth is we don’t have a clue. We’re all just Holding on.