Things Are Getting Better. They Are.
I’m trying this new thing called responsibility this term. That being said, I’ve always been a fairly responsible person. For most of my life I’ve relied on myself for entertainment, and I kind of had to learn a lot about what it means to be responsible when my mom was diagnosed with cancer. This term, however, I’ve been tasked with more projects than I’ve really ever had before.
I’m taking a classes in graphics, promotions, presentations, and audio. For each class except for graphics, all of the assignments have been group work. At the beginning of the term, I was really scared of delving into my major and finding that I hated everything about Communications. On the contrary, I find the problem solving and creative aspects of Communications to be really fun most of the time. For my promotions course we had to create our own radio station, and I practically did the whole thing for my group, which was terrible at the time. Looking back on it, however, I see that my ideas for promoting the station were legitimately good.
In my other parts of student life, like at the radio station and in Ambassadors, I’m getting a lot of things accomplished. At the radio station, I’ve taken on a really big project, and it’s moving along really well. And I just won the election of VP of Development within Ambassadors. I have to plan two huge events this spring, and next fall. It’s a little scary, but also exciting.
I see now that I’m actually suited to a specific kind of work. I really like solving problems and getting to think up new ideas for people.
Back during Freshman year, I had a crisis and wanted to leave school to go to culinary school. I’m really happy that I made the decision to stay where I am. I’ve made the kind of friends that I only dreamed of making before I got here, I’m more involved in something than I’d ever been before, and I’ve discovered what makes me happy.
Bars don’t make me happy, drinking doesn’t make me happy—sitting with my friend Jess and planning projects makes me happy. Being so rushed that I hardly have time to think makes me happy. Flitting from place to place so much that I don’t see my room until after the sun’s gone down makes me happy, though, I’d love it if I had more time to eat (That seems like the one thing I forget).
Things are going to work out. They just will. Enough has gone wrong, that it has to start going right.
You can quote me.
