This week I’ve spent a lot of time with my parents gathering garage sale finds, packing up, and moving my things to Oakland. That’s because this next week, I will be heading off to start my field placement for grad school in Berkeley at The Wright Institute.
growing up
Chasing Time
There is a whole lot going on in my world right now and I know some of you are in the same boat. I’m writing this for you just as much as I’m writing it for me.
Nature or Nurture… Both?
Sometimes our surroundings set the standards. Trust me, I can tell you all about it.
The Last Summer
Because I’ve been talking to a few friends and I’m starting to get the feeling that none of us are quite sure what path is the “right” one to take next. There are quite a few options after all.
If It Ain’t Broke…
Just because we’re growing up, all of us, doesn’t mean we don’t fall back on the little things that used to work for us in the process. Even if they’re little things that we thought worked for us, when maybe they didn’t. If it ain't broke... Maybe we need a second opinion.
What Happens in Junior Year…
First year was all about getting the hang of college and then second year, well, that was for realizing that you never can get the hang of college. So then what about year three?
Miss Me?
I started this blog three years ago and since then, last week was the single time I have ever not written a post on Friday. The only time. Ever. There's a reason for that.
Stuck in a Learning Curve
I've realized a concept about my job and our lives that I didn't quite see coming at this age. There comes a point where you cannot protect the people you love from things, no matter how hard you try.
It Takes Two Hands to Clap
Essentially, it's kind of like saying it takes two to tango. Two hands to clap=everyone has a part to play in what happens. After all, it's never really just one person or one thing that plays into an outcome, it's usually a lot of little things. At least two.
Legally… Adulting?
Now that’s I’m 21, the question is, what changes? Maybe I’ll go out to the bars and wildly dancing on tables every day for the rest of the quarter. Either that, or I’ll participate in as many daygers as I possibly can because legally, there’s no reason for me to get in trouble now. So of course I’m going to go for it, I mean what else am I supposed to do?
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