Wednesday, September 5, 2012

Tragic Tuesday-induced feelings

I knew, we all knew, that this year was going to be difficult, to say the least. I expect the load, the stress. It's a "level up," as they say.

But this, this right now is not just a "level" up. This is a whole new different game, a different system, a different wold.

Sometimes I'm not sure what the aim is: to learn, or to get the necessary grades. I wonder: are we still concerned with standards here, or is this just a purge? A cleansing of the unwanted, the unsightly? Do we even know who we are and what we want?

To survive does not simply mean to study hard anymore. It now means dodging twice more bullets aimed at you with the goal of shooting you out of this place. No, you cannot simply study: you must be wary, you must be vigilant, or else you might be suddenly hit with something, an ambiguity, and it will always be against you. And then you find yourself thrown out.


Nevertheless, it is in times like these that I realize the great comfort family is and the great Rock my God is, and will always be. 


I will persevere. Whatever happens, I will never allow myself to walk away, whether in defeat or in victory, without the knowledge that I gave it my best, my all.