(Pt. 1)
With approximately 2 weeks left of class left, this is probably the best time to reflect on the year. More specifically, this is a good time to detail what my second semester of college has taught me.
While I feigned poise in my first semester, the truth is, the new experiences did rattle me. I mean, some days I didn’t eat at all. How uncharacteristic is that? Looking back, those were perhaps my dumbest moments. Those hours upon hours of moping about being hungry and being immobilized by stomach pains could’ve been spent concocting something vaguely edible. [More on that in Pt.3.]
I have grown over the past 3 months or so. The uncertain future is constantly weighing on my mind, because I lack the passion for food journalism. I don’t lack the passion for food, but there is no mystical ascending staircase for me to just glide up from.And while I’ve all but made up my mind about food journalism, I’m still a disciple in terms of the concept of it all as a whole.
With that, I present some of of the main things I’ve learned:
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via Roger Ebert’s tweet.
I have a 70% in Astronomy as of right now (April 7, 2010). That is unacceptable. I got a 64% on the first midterm. Even more unacceptable. Tomorrow is the 2nd midterm. So I am studying. I am studying my ass off. But for additional motivation, I decided to give myself an ultimatum.
I must get at least an 88% on this midterm. If I don’t, no more unhealthy food for me. That means no more buying bacon at the supermarket, or finishing boxes of cereal in 2 days as a result of snacking too hard. …I snack hard.
I can do it. I really don’t mind eating salads and fish and stuff. I could do it, and it’d be an excuse to watch my cholesterol and stuff like that. Physically, I can do it. It’s the psychological aspect of it. Fatty foods and eating in excess are my two cop-outs. When I’m stressed, depressed, troubled in any way, I eat unhealthy stuff, and in large quantity. Perhaps a way of telling myself that it’s all going to be okay, and that nothing has changed too dramatically.
But I can’t really afford to get anything less than a B in astronomy. So it must be done. Although it might mean this blog gets really boring really quickly. There’s only so much salad I can discuss before I start turning into Rachael Ray and develop catchphrases to take up space and cover up the absolute turmoil brewing within my soul.
I hope it doesn’t get to that point. So, studying starts now.
Before I was raised by the Internet, or even my parents, I was raised by my great-aunt. For the first six years of my life, she was the only “grandmother” I knew. Until I was 3 and entered preschool, I was dropped off in Chinatown to live with my great-aunt and her family while my mom went to work in a medical office nearby. It was her that instilled in me a very simple philosophy.
You eat. You nap. You wake up, and you eat again.
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