I woke up this morning literally not knowing where I was. I felt really disoriented for some reason, a feeling that I normally associate with waking up after a nap on a plane or after a very drunk night, usually next to someone else.
This was neither.
Once my eyes adjusted to the light and I took in my surroundings and I realized that I was at my friend Saras' house. I suddenly felt exhausted. Not because I hate Saras. Oh, no, I love her to death, believe me I do. Its just that when recollection came, it kind of whooshed in, along with the memory of the past ten days which, I must say, haven't been a picnic.
See, I got into the best law school in the country two years ago and approximately six months ago, I decided to leave that prestigious law school. I decided to leave the 100% placement, the respect that I got when I mentioned where I studied. I left all of that because I frankly couldn't do it and I knew if I couldn't bear doing it now, I never would be able to do it. So, I left.
I want to do journalism because ever since I can remember, I have loved words. I love how they can come together in different ways to mean a million different things. Words can paint you the picture of paradise or of hell, they can make you feel ecstatic or they can make you feel morose. I love the power that is behind them and I love that, when I write, I have some of that power too. I love writing and I love the idea of being able to share something bigger than myself when people read what I write.
Let's just say, though, that it's a little difficult for families to grasp the concept of dropping out of the best law school to go study journalism. Which is what the past ten days was all about.
Shit hit the fan this past week, I won't lie about it. But as I told my friends, I would pick these ten days a million times over if it means never having to go back to law which is exactly what it means so it's well worth it. This grueling week has led to a few things that I must now do.
I need to finance my first semester in college to prove that I can sustain myself. Which means I need to:
a) find me a job.
b) find a place to stay.
I'm not overly concerned about the job to be honest. I've had one before and I know I can get one again and I have enough awesome friend who will let me know if a job opens up wherever they're working. The place to stay is a little bit more worrisome but I know it'll fall into place.
The next few months are not going to be easy. They're going to be crazy kinds of hard. I know they are. And I think that's why I started this blog. So I can record what's going to happen over the coming 8 months, the beginning of what I hope will be a new life.
I don't know who's going to read this... if anyone's going to read this at all. But I'm going to keep writing regardless and if anyone joins me on the way, I'll appreciate the company. I have a feeling I'll need the companionship over the next few months.
God bless us, everyone.
P.S. I'm not generally this doom and gloom.
This was neither.
Once my eyes adjusted to the light and I took in my surroundings and I realized that I was at my friend Saras' house. I suddenly felt exhausted. Not because I hate Saras. Oh, no, I love her to death, believe me I do. Its just that when recollection came, it kind of whooshed in, along with the memory of the past ten days which, I must say, haven't been a picnic.
See, I got into the best law school in the country two years ago and approximately six months ago, I decided to leave that prestigious law school. I decided to leave the 100% placement, the respect that I got when I mentioned where I studied. I left all of that because I frankly couldn't do it and I knew if I couldn't bear doing it now, I never would be able to do it. So, I left.
I want to do journalism because ever since I can remember, I have loved words. I love how they can come together in different ways to mean a million different things. Words can paint you the picture of paradise or of hell, they can make you feel ecstatic or they can make you feel morose. I love the power that is behind them and I love that, when I write, I have some of that power too. I love writing and I love the idea of being able to share something bigger than myself when people read what I write.
Let's just say, though, that it's a little difficult for families to grasp the concept of dropping out of the best law school to go study journalism. Which is what the past ten days was all about.
Shit hit the fan this past week, I won't lie about it. But as I told my friends, I would pick these ten days a million times over if it means never having to go back to law which is exactly what it means so it's well worth it. This grueling week has led to a few things that I must now do.
I need to finance my first semester in college to prove that I can sustain myself. Which means I need to:
a) find me a job.
b) find a place to stay.
I'm not overly concerned about the job to be honest. I've had one before and I know I can get one again and I have enough awesome friend who will let me know if a job opens up wherever they're working. The place to stay is a little bit more worrisome but I know it'll fall into place.
The next few months are not going to be easy. They're going to be crazy kinds of hard. I know they are. And I think that's why I started this blog. So I can record what's going to happen over the coming 8 months, the beginning of what I hope will be a new life.
I don't know who's going to read this... if anyone's going to read this at all. But I'm going to keep writing regardless and if anyone joins me on the way, I'll appreciate the company. I have a feeling I'll need the companionship over the next few months.
God bless us, everyone.
P.S. I'm not generally this doom and gloom.
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