Patience is a Virtue vs Time is of the Essence.

Everything revolves around time. I have found that these two contradicting theories are very frustrating. Time should be treasured. Not evaluated by how much is left. But I can’t help but think of these two statements and figure out which one is more correct; waiting around and wasting time or using up time without noticing how much is being used. For the most part, I am very impatient because I do not like to waste time  by waiting, although I am not a rushed person like that of the rabbit in Alice in Wonderland. Time management has never really been a problem for me, but now that college is starting in the fall, I’m beginning to think it will be a different scenario. Also, since the World Cup has started, I’ve refused to go out to lunch so that I can watch the games. This has further inhibited me from using time “wisely.” If someone were to say the two above statements to me and ask what I believed more in, I think I would just change the subject because I am still confused as whether to be patient or be rushed. Life is short, but time sometimes seems never ending. I’m a little lost in time, with time, about time… How about this new phrase: Time is a virtue.

I had orientation last week and it seemed like the longest few days of my life. I first had to drive to Austin which was four hours away, and far too long for me to drive (I don’t even like driving for twenty minutes).  The next two nights I got a combination of  six hours (first night four, second night two), so I was exhausted to say the least. I fell asleep in a few classes and sessions which I felt bad about but I literally couldn’t stay awake, and on the drive home I had to stop to get coffee because I would fall asleep while driving on I-35. I stayed in Waco that night and slept a fruitful eleven hours. Those days seemed so long because I got virtually no sleep. It was funny seeing how I can sleep for half a day versus only 1/12 of a day.  Time really seems treacherous when you have less and less of it.
Orientation was interesting, long, and a bit overwhelming. I was NOT a fan of the ghost stories. It was basically freshmen hazing! I’m glad I registered for classes and met a few nice people. I know that actual school won’t be much like orientation depicted because we choose how we want our college lives to be. I’m stoked to meet all my Social Justice Living Learning Community (SJ LLC) buddies and get started with projects and monthly dinners! St. Edward’s might be one of the most perfect universities in America.

This is irrelevant, but I just watched the Book of Eli. It was intense, and the message was very well portrayed. Movies with bigger meanings are always refreshing, as well as movies without major pesky love interests. I have a long list of summer movies I need to start watching, but with amazing World Cup games and now Wimbledon matches, it will be hard to find the time.

Alas, we are back to the discussion of time.

You and I both.

Summer is essentially over. How this came to be so, I have no idea. Time is a funny thing. We don’t realise it when we have it, but when it’s scarce, we miss it. Time confuses me, angers me, puts me off balance. I wish there was more of it, and less of it. Time shortens life. It controls our every move. It dictates people’s lives, with no care or bother. Appreciate time, because it will slip from your hands faster than soap and water. Time has a way of making us more anxious, stressed, and downright pissy. If we had an endless amount of time, there wouldn’t be a worry in the world. We would have an infinite lifetime and could do what we pleased. But if that were so, our overcrowding would be much worse. Time keeps things in order, as much as I hate it, it does the world some purpose.

Everyone’s leaving. My handful of same-aged friends are all I have left. Everyone else, my tennis friends, newspaper friends, random friends, are all off to college. As happy as I am for them, I’m a tad bit frustrated that they have to leave while I’m stuck in Garland for another year. I know when it’s my time to leave and adventure off into college-land I won’t think twice about who I’m leaving behind, so I really can’t blame everyone’s enthusiasm. I just enjoy being selfish when it comes to people I care a ton about. The people that I’m going to miss aren’t just everyday ordinary average people. They’re the ones that inspire and help others, bring joy to every room they enter and have some sort of effect on people around them (sometimes not such a positive vibe). Not having them around is going to make me feel lost and adjusting to their non-presence is going to be a huge task, which is why I have to occupy myself so I won’t even have a split second to realise how badly I miss them. And to everyone whose leaving– screw you all.

(It’s easier to be mad at people than to actually miss them).

I FREAKING DID IT.
Not society’s version of “it” but ‘it’ as in the Invisible Children screening! Over two months of hardwork, stalking, bothering and harassment has led me to success! October 1 at 6 pm in Naaman’s big gym is where the event will be held. It will be life altering, and everyone and anyone should go, no matter what age. Put that date in your planner, people! The amount of effort and time I put into this is much more than anything I’ve ever done, so I’m slightly proud of my work, but it doesn’t end here. There’s still a lot more I have to do for this screening, plus I’m helping another friend with planning a huge charity concert for Invisible Children. It is something you definitely do not want to miss, so stay posted for that information!

My class schedule is a bit messed up because of conflict with scheduling. I feel like all the core classes all happen at the same time. Quite frustrating, and it has created a lack in a science course. However, I have fillers like Creative Writing and Partners in PE and senior release of course. It goes something like this for first semester:

A Day: AP Econ, AP Stats, AP English V, Photojournalism
B Day: Senior Release, Creative Writing, Newspaper, Varsity Tennis

(For 2nd semester, replace Photojournalism with AP Psych, and Creative Writing with Partners in PE)

Pretty easy for the most part. I just hope the new stats teacher isn’t a moron.

 

The Tank is gone (RIP baby). I now have an ’09 Versa. Its better for the environment I guess, but I miss the Tank more and more everyday. On the rare occasion that this phenomenon can actually happen, tears streamed from my eyes for a good twenty minutes whilst sitting in the tank at the car dealership that day, right before I handed them the key that brought me so much jubilation. New cars really stink, because I have to be ‘safe’ and ‘areful’ with it. The Tank let me do as I pleased, and people would run into me and I wouldn’t get even a scratch. It was like a miracle vehicle. But now, it is probably waiting for its death at an impound lot. This summer has forced me to let go of far too many things. Unfair to the fullest.

With a few deets that should be left unsaid, I will venture off into an abyss of The Odyssey and Data Sheets.

Don’t forget,
-Oct 1
-6 pm
-Naaman’s big gym
BE THERE. Please.