Biting...

Only I know what’s inside this box. Yes, there is actually something(s) in this box. I also have $10,000. Now you can have one of these things. If you choose the box and what’s inside, you lose the $10,000. But if you choose the $10,000, not only do you lose the box and what’s inside, you will never know what is inside the box. What would you choose?

Every time class ends, I feel more and more like my learning abilities have plateaued.

I got a mean look for not posting anything since April. This post does not prove that the look provoked me to typing this…but yes it is the reason. To summarize this summer: job hunting and going home empty-handed, making frequent trips to the Doctor, drinking a lot of lemonade, untangling a depressed dog, teaching someone Precious how to fiddle, and finding Idris. Happy, strenuous, exciting, and nearly over.

Finally going home!!! I’m posting this in front of over half my followers, and it’s pretty awesome, I got to say. So a loud, deafening, sound barrier breaking, universe splitting, “rocks fall on me, please!!!” shout out to the three people less than 2 feet in front of me.

T’was a fail semester academically and physically. But in terms of mental and spiritual nourishment this semester, I am totally……starving. Here’s to a rebuilding summer. I pray I learned all the lessons I was supposed to from this semester and never forget them. Time for change, the umpteenth take. And as always, “To life, l’chaim!”

This past semester has been surprisingly difficult. I thought a semester of 14 credits would be a breeze. At least compared to the average 16 credits. I didn’t take into account the kind of commitment and focus two sciences and a math would call for. This lack of commitment and focus has lead to a poor performance academically. I just recently finished a test that did not help the situation. I spoke to a friend, let’s call him Poncho, who took the same test and feels the same way about his own and told him, “Well, we learned our lesson.” Poncho responded, “Have we? How many times have we said that?” He brings up a good point. This wasn’t the first failure in which I told myself I learned my lesson. I responded, “I guess it took this many failures to actually learn it.” Poncho delivered the final punch, “it takes 0 failures to learn the lesson.” 

It’s popular to think that it’s important to live life without regrets. I’ve heard people say they don’t regret anything because the mistakes they made has brought them where they are now and has made them wiser. I could not agree more that mistakes carry the potential to make someone wiser. And, yes it is very important to learn from those mistakes. But are they ever necessary? I doubt it. I do not regret what I’ve learned. But I definitely regret what it took and what it will take for me to learn. Mistakes and failures are like antibiotic resistant bacteria. A natural, but very unnecessary part of life. 

My friend Justin took my other friend Nathanael and I running last night. It was fun, long, and my vision started to blur towards the end. Running at a constant jogging pace for thirty minutes is fine and usually leaves you feeling productive. Of course, with Justin, nothing is ever at a constant pace. He had us run in increasing ladders of effort, which is actually kind of tricky when you self-judge the effort you put in. As exhausting it was, this was the first time I reached runner’s high…(unless that was just the final drops of blood in my head rushing to my calves which were ready to burst out of my skin). All in all, good run, you should join me next time. 

I was told to just say hi. Thus the hypothetical gesture of a hand wave. My own personal way of saying “look! I have nothing harmful in this hand, so please wave back to assure me that you don’t either.” And of course “hello, friend!”