So as it turns out, some of you really do enjoy reading my blog and were a bit concerned with the fact that I've been quiet for so long! Either that or y'all know me well enough to realize that if I'm not writing, I'm probably having some kind of mental break down :P Some of my loved ones have politely requested that I continue to work on this 'ol blog. So here I am! The truth is I haven't been writing my blog for a while because I'm going through a very uncertain time. I decided to not subject you to a different life plan outlined every week. If I had been writing the past couple of months by article titles would look something like "Kerry's life plan" "Kerry's new life plan" "Kerry's new life plan #2". Instead, I decided to wait until I had a solid path and then tell y'all about it.
Mills is a wonderful place. My classes are interesting, the people are nice, and the campus is beautiful. But it turns out that it just isn't for me. So next semester this girl will be back in town:) I could tell you all of the pros and cons that led me to this decision. I could make a detailed powerpoint justifying my return. But instead I'm just going to tell you this; I made the choice, and I'm happy about it. I think that the culture of kids choosing to live away for college was so ingrained in my head that I didn't consider the option of staying local. The truth is, I've got to do what's right for me. That seems so simple and so complicated at the same time. Simple because all I have to do is know what I want... But also complicated because I have to know what I want. Maybe I'll have to try a bunch of different things before I figure that out, but I have decided that that is just fine. You know what else I've decided? I hate the phrase "the best years of my life". Why do I hate it? Because how do you know? How do you know better years aren't coming? Before I left to go to Mills, the people told me that college would be the best years of my life. They talked about the life long friends that they made and the crazy adventures they went on. I felt so much pressure to have a good time that I spent all my time worrying about whether or not I was having a good time! I mean, to say that 4 years of my life were the best years that I will ever experience in my lifetime seems kind of depressing. What if on my 80th birthday I look up and realize that the past couple of years were way better than those 4 years in my 20s? I hate to think that we limit ourselves to 4 years of happiness. I am determined not to be that way. I hereby promise that I am not going to label any part of my life as best or worst. I have so many years left! There's no telling what will happen.
2 Comments
Sandra Garvin
11/10/2017 04:48:00 pm
Good for you Kerry! I am so proud of you. Educators do a great disservice by perpetuating the idea that your only option is which far away university you will want to choose. Staying close to home is the best decision for many students. And you will have many many best years of your life.
Reply
Kerry
11/10/2017 04:51:09 pm
Thank you Mrs. Garvin! That really means a lot to me.
Reply
Leave a Reply. |
AuthorHey, it's Kerry:) I have 2 older sisters and they both started a blogs... so naturally (being the little sister) I joined the bandwagon. So here I am! I hope you enjoy, if not... well go find something else to do. :) Archives
June 2018
Categories |