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Blog entry: Foolery at its finest

  • Jul. 7th, 2008 at 9:30 AM

      I think my heart will soar the moment I know my name will be put down on the list of students who will graduate by the end of October. After five and a half years, boxes of photocopied notes, and dismal (my mother called them "appalling", and I would have to agree) grades, my soul shall finally sing with that one word: "FINALLY".
     Then after fifteen seconds if holding back the urge to caper around like a jackdaw fool, there will be silence.
     I will be graduating. I won't be going to school as a regular routine anymore.
     ...what on earth am I going to do now?
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     Truth is a far greater thing than anyone thinks. It is also something that everyone, regardless of race or stature, deserves to know. This is one of the foundations that built journalism, and led me--and countless others--down the path of writing. But although I find writing news a self-appointed duty, I realize that writing stories fueled by my imagination is a thousand times more exhilarating. I think I was born to be a fiction writer. But that's just me.
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     A famous person once said that politicians are often mad (crazy) and that if we don't put psychotics in high places we won't have any problems. Well. That makes a lot of sense.
     Oh wait a minute. You mean we're letting addicts run the country?
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     My sister has a weird way of turning a bleak outlook on her extremely difficult subjects (she studies Pharmacy). She thinks of them as a challenge. "And for that," she says, "I love my professor in ___, because s/he is the only person who has challenged me like this my entire life. I love him/her, I really do."
     Okay. It's time for me to start sending love letters to a LOT of people. Professors included.
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     Life has so many possibilities that I can only find one word to suit it: unpredictable. The unexpected waits on our doorstep every morning, and what do we do? We continue our lives as rigidly as we could, follow schedules and routines, and practically drain the life out of existence. Our humanity, our soul, leeches away day by day until only drones are left, and the only adventure you would find is in a book. Or the memory of the memory of a book.
     The moment I step out of university, I intend to have an adventure. Or continue the one I'm already in.#
-What are you going to do next?

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