I Do Not Know What To Write About

I want to write tonight before I go to bed. But I do not know what I want to write about– I have so much on my mind currently.

I could talk about the insane refugee issue everyone and their mother is talking about– but the world does not need another 20 something who is claiming to be some sort of foreign policy genius. All I know is that if people have to choose between living in terror, or crossing American borders for safety, I would have to not be an ass and just let them not fear for their lives. But that’s just me.

I could talk about the fact that it was so windy today, that one of the building on my college campus practically collapsed. Classes were cancelled and I couldn’t walk through the building on the campus interlink bridge like I usually do– but it was minor. I don’t know. I have never heard of a minor collapse before, but I guess it is ok for Business majors to attend class again tomorrow.

I could talk about the discussion I had with some classmates about how attendance at Universities is still a part of 99% of classes (no that’s not accurate.. it definitely feels it though), and it is a huge chunk of the class grade– and how that is absolutely ridiculous and unnecessary. If I miss 4 classes because of golf, and then another 2 later on because I’m sick– according to your syllabus I have just failed your class! How does that make any sense. Even without the athlete thing to consider, I should be able to miss as many classes as I please, as long as I am able to keep up with the class and do well in the assignments and exams. I have yet to hear a counter argument for this discussion– that has been on my mind throughout the 3 and a half years I have been a college student. My classmates agree.

I could talk about how I received a care package today from my mom and it almost made me cry– 

  • A box of Emergen-C
  • Fuzzy polka-dot socks
  • $25 gift card to Starbucks
  • New issues of Vanity Fair magazine, Elle magazine
  • A giant bag of Reese’s miniatures
  • A beautiful little note from my mom– which makes my heart melt and I treasure each and every one of them.

— I think everyone needs care packages, even if they are not away at college. If you are away from your family, or you are away from someone you care about, care packages are so necessary. The human mind and soul are so delicate. The connections we have with our family, friends, or anyone who makes our lives happy and worth living… they are so important. If those connections aren’t maintained and they are just brutally cut off as soon as you are separated, your mind and soul are not going to be the same and they will not be able to operate at their fullest potential.

This is not just about care packages either. It is about letters, phone calls, emails, (I don’t believe text messaging is satisfying enough)– Maintaining and strengthening these support systems are so important. It is not easy either, especially if you are me and refuse to pick up the phone and call because I am a psychopath. In the end though, after I make that phone call, receive that letter or care package, there is this feeling of serenity… pure bliss… euphoria. Yes, I am being dramatic, but that is how I feel, being that my level of true connections here in Cleveland is at like a 1 out of 10.

I often think to myself that coming to Cleveland for school was a mistake. But it is things like this to help me to continue moving forward, and that this is merely a stage in my life. Even though things are awful right now and it may not feel like it– like there is an easy way out and there are better options,

Everything happens for a reason. I truly believe that.

To end this post on a more light-hearted note, I know a lot of you are wondering:

Yes, you CAN have 15 pieces of miniature Reese’s peanut butter cups for dinner and not feel sick afterwards.

Goodnight.

 

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3 thoughts on “I Do Not Know What To Write About

  1. Awesome !! Good job

    I out Lilly in a box with holes in it but she made so much noise I had to let her out.

    I know how my dad felt now when I came to America. I’ve apologized so many times to him for Not staying in touch over the years and I still Feel guilty. I love you and I’m so proud of you You all the best parts of me and much more

    One day you will know how much I love you And you will be amazed.

    All my love Daddy

    Andrew Lomas Cell phone (818) 518-5842 Enovachem products. National sales manager.

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