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.
Guess who got a new Boca jersey today?
I was looking for some of my old stuff from school in search of a couple of notebooks that, of course, I wasn’t able to find. However, I did find a book from 1974 regarding the 1973 coup in Chile and the repression that followed it, as well as my mom’s english textbook from 1972 (she was in 7th grade at that time). As you can see on the first page, english was taught very poorly back then (did they seriously expect children to learn english by teaching it like that when they were already 11/12 years old?).
joolsandnigel asked: 10 and 17.
10. Best compliment you ever received?
At the risk of sounding silly, I’m gonna go with the time my mom told me I was a wonderful son when I took care of her after her knee surgery :’)
17. Ten small things that make you ecstatic
- Unexpected food (yes, that’s how I’d like to phrase that, thank you)
- The first day of the year warm enough to wear shorts
- Playing football
- Affectionate and playful dogs
- Affectionate and playful children
- Seeing an actor/actress from a TV show I love in another TV show/a movie
- Knowing that famous people who I like/admire/look up to also like/admire/look up to other famous people who I like/admire/look up to (I hope you guys understood this one)
- Getting in the bus in the morning and finding out there’s still a seat left for me
- Seeing a nice building in my city that I hadn’t noticed before
- The smell of coffee
Hace frío. No me gusta el frío. Para nada.
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I got some awesome 3D glasses with my internet bill today (yes, you read that correctly). Now I can read my collection of educational books from the ’90s with 3D images in them!
Se lo regalé a mi vieja esta semana. No soy un hijo RE copado?
Some pictures of my trip, I’ll post more tomorrow!
Tumblr people!
I know I haven’t been around much lately, sorry about that (if you even noticed I was “gone”). So, after showing you how much I appreciate Mel’s blog by reblogging and liking half of the posts on the last 5 pages of her blog, I wanted to let you know that I’ll be going on vacation tomorrow to this beautiful place so I won’t be around here much. I’ll be back next friday, so anyway, I hope you have a good week!
