Oasis

Only in college did I realize the downside of being always the youngest lass. Being eighteen and in my third year in college, I'm only beginning to take things seriously. I've always thought of people who study a lot as introverts, and those who take their school works to a whole new level in line with their future career as no-fun. Maybe this is why sometimes I can't keep up with the pace. Random classmates whom I get to group with always make time for preparing presentations accompanied by some kickass ideas to shock the class, and I find it difficult to drag my lazy ass with them and realize how serious I should be getting. These past few days have been my 'wicked science' moments, like some microscopic oompa loompa screwed my unscrewed brain parts and fueled it with rich, dark chocolate. I'm starting to love where I am like an oasis. This is my dwelling place, where my calculator is my best buddy, operations and system analysis, my forte not by vocation but upon realization. I guess I half-stopped dreaming I was in AB Lit or MMA instead, where a different sort of skill was required. Something that would not stress me to death. Perseverance is just not my virtue. I need someone else's company to keep me going. I know my own direction but I can't do things alone because I give up a lot.

But who wouldn't love a change such as this? It is only now since high school, that I actually look at a test and know what to do. I feel like I'm finally growing up. :')