learning

I thought I had finally found the perfect guy, man was I wrong.

I’m not good at dealing with death. Philosophically I think of death as just a momentary milestone on an eternal journey, but I’m still not comfortable when I find out that someone in my community has died. I’m not sure what to say to the person’s family and loved ones. I’m not sure whether to give them something, what to give, or the right time to give it. I’m much older than most of you on ProgressiveU, but I’m still learning.

I have a tendency to be one of those people who says what she means and means what she says. There's nothing wrong with that, but I've realized lately that things I said when I first joined ProgressiveU two years ago or even things I said last year aren't necessarily the same way I view things now.

I've been thinking a lot about what progress means to me since that bonus point opportunity came and went. And today, it hit me. Progress is different for each person. Each person's unique perspective on the world gives them a different perspective on what progress really means.

In the midst of the air I always hear two or more people verbally going at each others’ throat. Bitter bickering never ceases, it has plagued us all since the beginning of man. Hardly anyone tries to find middle ground between each other. Once someone disagrees they begin to throw a tantrum.

So, after not having blogged for about a week, I feel inclined to voice a few opinions on a topic about which I have much knowledge. It is a problem that I feel is almost intrinsic in my nature and in that of many others around me. Throughout all of my years in school it has always been there, and has probably grown worse as and worse as I approach the end of my high school career.

As the first person in my family to go to college, at times I felt lost in not only the application process, but also when I arrived at my university.

I've had a guitar since I was ten. The first two years I had it I barely touched it. Actually, it probably took up till me being a sophomore until I picked it with the intent of learning more. I still find myself not that accomplished of a player. I suppose I see that I am much better pursuing the drums, if I ever wanted to embellish on the band thing, but I still feel obligated to shred.