My second year of high school was undoubtedly the most boring year of high school. I lost a lot of motivation for pretty much everything. Everything I did was half-assed, all my accomplishments were by luck.
If sophomoritis was real, then I had that.
So yes I did make it into link crew, approved for student government, nominated for class representative for a medical program. But did I really fight for these positions?
Apologies for the lack of entertainment. Not much you can do when you're an insecure 15-year-old.
But the question still stands: Did I find my purpose? Finished the school year feeling fulfilled? Picked out my goals and motives?
The answer is
no.
But that's okay. It's okay because one doesn't identify their fate in the seat of their biology class. Maybe if they were sitting in their AP Psychology class, thanks to Freud's theory.
I guess I'm just talking out of my ass. But I just thought I'd let others know that it's okay to not know. It's fine if you're uncertain of the reason why you get out of bed every morning. Because knowledge only comes after exposure of ignorance.
Lesson 13: Be the inspiration that you needed when you were younger.
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The Dog Days of Summer
No FicciónMy public diary, freshman to senior year. Only doing this to improve my writing. Open to nice, sweet, sugarcoated suggestions because I'm sensitive.
