Whenever you're about to go off the college, everybody says the same thing: "oh, dude, you have so much freedom to do whatever you want since you only take like, 3 classes every day" or something to that effect.
That is a bald-faced lie.
Ever since my parents left me to my own devices at UW, amidst the learning to live with another person in my room and the unusually short classes, I have yet to come across this "complimentary freedom" that everyone was telling me about [as opposed to the complimentary refuse that the cafeteria refers to as "Asian Slaw"].
Seriously, where is my complimentary freedom? I want my money back.
I realized then that, with the start of college, I felt the weight of responsibility crushing my shoulders into dust. I had to navigate the maze of buildings that students here call "campus" and spent so much time going over my homework and trying to find a fellowship and church that by the time all was said and done, it was close to midnight. I had homework due after the first day. I had a hell of a time figuring out how to type in scientific notation on my computer because apparently, there's a special way to do it on WebAssign. I had to actually use my solutions manual because my multivariable calculus teacher was teaching how to graph in 3D space when we didn't even cover it in high school in my BC class. I had listen to my Japanese teacher communicating to us only in Japanese ON THE FIRST FREAKING DAY.
I had to.
I.
Me.
Not "we."
"Alone."
Even when it came to finding a church and a fellowship/bible study group, I was doing it. In the midst of all this, I had lost sight of what was most important. It wasn't a "we" effort, it was me going it alone.
Another thing people told me about college is that it's easy to forget about God.
And I have done just that.
That is a bald-faced lie.
Ever since my parents left me to my own devices at UW, amidst the learning to live with another person in my room and the unusually short classes, I have yet to come across this "complimentary freedom" that everyone was telling me about [as opposed to the complimentary refuse that the cafeteria refers to as "Asian Slaw"].
Seriously, where is my complimentary freedom? I want my money back.
I realized then that, with the start of college, I felt the weight of responsibility crushing my shoulders into dust. I had to navigate the maze of buildings that students here call "campus" and spent so much time going over my homework and trying to find a fellowship and church that by the time all was said and done, it was close to midnight. I had homework due after the first day. I had a hell of a time figuring out how to type in scientific notation on my computer because apparently, there's a special way to do it on WebAssign. I had to actually use my solutions manual because my multivariable calculus teacher was teaching how to graph in 3D space when we didn't even cover it in high school in my BC class. I had listen to my Japanese teacher communicating to us only in Japanese ON THE FIRST FREAKING DAY.
I had to.
I.
Me.
Not "we."
"Alone."
Even when it came to finding a church and a fellowship/bible study group, I was doing it. In the midst of all this, I had lost sight of what was most important. It wasn't a "we" effort, it was me going it alone.
Another thing people told me about college is that it's easy to forget about God.
And I have done just that.
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