So…. I’m at my internship right now. I feel uber useless because I’m suppose to be making table of contents for these book but I cant read the Chinese documents to figure out what they are called… I have to ask my cubicle mate and he looks really busy so I don’t want to bother him… My lack of Chinese is not helpful here…. I really hope I get the internship in California so I can go back for the rest of summer and also not be a Chinese noob.
But I feel super smart though because I couldn’t connect to the internet earlier so I used my phone as a personal hotspot :D. But I didn’t bring the cord to charge my phone with later soooooo I probably can’t use this for too long :(
I’m also really hungry right now and I’m still craving Whisk. I’m also really bored. Kind of cold too.
We’re so young. We’re so young. We’re twenty-two years old. We have so much time. There’s this sentiment I sometimes sense, creeping in our collective conscious as we lay alone after a party, or pack up our books when we give in and go out – that it is somehow too late. That others are somehow ahead. More accomplished, more specialized. More on the path to somehow saving the world, somehow creating or inventing or improving. That it’s too late now to BEGIN a beginning and we must settle for continuance, for commencement.
When we came to Yale, there was this sense of possibility. This immense and indefinable potential energy – and it’s easy to feel like that’s slipped away. We never had to choose and suddenly we’ve had to. Some of us have focused ourselves. Some of us know exactly what we want and are on the path to get it; already going to med school, working at the perfect NGO, doing research. To you I say both congratulations and you suck.
For most of us, however, we’re somewhat lost in this sea of liberal arts. Not quite sure what road we’re on and whether we should have taken it. If only I had majored in biology…if only I’d gotten involved in journalism as a freshman…if only I’d thought to apply for this or for that…
What we have to remember is that we can still do anything. We can change our minds. We can start over. Get a post-bac or try writing for the first time. The notion that it’s too late to do anything is comical. It’s hilarious. We’re graduating college. We’re so young. We can’t, we MUST not lose this sense of possibility because in the end, it’s all we have.