Why does it seem like so many of us are upset, disgruntled, or downright offended by the success of others?
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Finding College Success
College, college, college! The idea of college is enough to freak even the brightest/toughest/most “prepared” student out. One thing all future/current college students want to know: how can I be successful in college? The answer to that question can be different for everyone, but there are a few basic tips anyone can follow to help them out through the grand journey of higher education!

Success?
College was supposed to set me free. No more parents. No more rules. No more curfew. Just me- I was going to do what I wanted without any more worries about what my parents expected.
WRONG.

How do you measure success?
Me: Mom, are you embarassed by your life?
Mom: No...
Me: Why?
Mom: because I have a nice house, I live in a good neighborhood, my kids go to a good school and they do well, I drive a nice car. I think I've done pretty well for myself.

What Is Beautiful?
Today in the dentists' office I heard Christina Aguilera's song "Beautiful." I let my mind wander about my mental happy place, far away from the burring of the drill, the stinging tang of smoke drifting from my mouth, the white-hot "CRACK" as my tooth parted company from my gums. Lectures that never seem to end and dental visits have taught me a mental happy place is a very good thing.

Not good enough?
I'm sitting next to her, my girlfriend Myranda, with the doctor examaning her leg. At age two she had been ran over by a riding lawn mower and from there her life was changed forever.
Fear of Failure or Fear of Success
I am a procrastinator, like many teens, and because of this I put things off until the last minute, including college scholarship applications. Now I have always thought that I was just a procrastinator, but my mother believes that I have a fear of success. Is that possible, I know I have a fear of failure/rejection, but a fear of success? I am not to sure about that.

The Crossroads: An experiment in the choice of the roads taken less, taking lesser roads, and, of course, the road less taken.
Bloogies, once every million years or so when the stars all aline and Palestine and Jerusalem are in peace, your Rastafarian Noodle thinks upon something desperate. I am no Ghandi. I did not take part of the writing of the constitution. I have never had a upper experience with a celestial being. But I like to think, once in a while my thoughts collect something worth writing down and pondering.




