Summer break has always been a saving grace — until I met college.
Sure, there is absolutely a sense of relief when you can trash the binders and make a little spending money off of your books, but with three years under my belt not once have I been ecstatic to leave the college life.
I, like many college students, have a fairly easy lifestyle. I sleep in, I go to class around nine or 10 and I’m free by two.
Yes, there are practices, naps and party planning meetings to attend depending on your extra-curricular activities, but all in all, college students live the life — often times on their parent’s pay roll.
This past Monday, my brother Mo and I packed up a backpack of bathing suits and dragged a few friends with us to North Carolina. As we sat in our screened in porch, listening to the seagulls swim through the Carolina breeze, we began to talk of our futures — our God-awful futures far from the simple college life.
Two spoke of their potential careers in the medical field and one of a life in management. Mo wants to play music and although I often consider becoming a professional student, I would love to waste my life creatively writing about the way seagulls swim through air and fly through the water — or whatever other nonsense comes to mind.
Possible? Sure. Realistic? I don’t really know.
Why can’t Mo and I have normal, assured future careers? Maybe it has to do with our ability to look past normalcy and embrace passion, but truth is I have no doubt that life will eventually throw us in the right direction.
My writing career’s biggest break may only be found in my journals and there’s a chance that the only performance Mo ever puts on will be for his family. Now there is nothing wrong with that — passion is just potential and potential is embraced with practice and all practice needs is a lucky break.
My Dad has a few quotes he says on repeat, one being, “Dreamin’ it and lovin’ it.” If your lucky break or dreams never happen, than you still have your passion and you still have your love.
With that, I can almost guarantee that your failed attempt was a key part in discovering yourself.
I have one year left of college and the rest of my life to figure out where I’m supposed to be.
My mom recently told me she never could see me working a typical nine to five job — I think it had more to do with my severe ADHD, but she claimed she saw a different kind of life for me.
Regardless of where I end up, I can only hope to live the college lifestyle forever, if not, I can only hope that my ADHD dosage is upped dramatically.
So College Advice: Take it from Toby Keith, “If you don’t know where you’re goin’ you might end up somewhere else.” Follow your dreams and if that doesn’t work out follow a new dream, regardless you’ll end up somewhere... right?
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