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[Tue May / 4:27pm] |
My mother is genuinely appalled that I didn't apply for an internship at the ministry. Honestly, I don't know why she's shocked that I didn't; my skepticism of the ministry and government as a whole is no secret. I think it embarrasses her; I think it'd be sort of off putting working in the ministry and knowing that your only son dislikes everything that that stands for. Maybe she thought that this was some sort of faze that I'd grow out of in time for graduation in order to follow in her and Dad's footsteps. Sorry, mum, but that's not happening.
I think she'd also disappointed that I don't have a set career path yet. But honestly, we're eighteen. It's ridiculous to think that we should have our whole lives planned out. Maybe it's my muggle half speaking here, but it seems a little fast to expect most of us to be adults by eighteen; I mean, I think half of my classmates are not at all ready to go out in the real world and figure out what they want to do.
I do know that I'm not working for an organization that I don't believe in so that's a start, yeah? But I think I want to travel and actually go where I'm needed. I want to do something meaningful, and there are so many people without proper living conditions and every bit counts. I don't know, that may be too idealistic, but society needs idealists to attempt to accomplish what the cynics are afraid to try. I've been talking to Dad, and there are a lot of organizations that help build infrastucture or teach in developing areas and that may be something to pursue, even if it means going through more schooling.
I don't know, I'm just thinking aloud at this point. But there's still time. We shouldn't spend our last few months here worrying too much about the future. We should focus on the present and our presesnt reality is that we're in our last few months and many of us won't spend that much time together after we graduate so we should enjoy it why we can. Fuck, yeah, I know that sounds sappy and trite, but it's true so there you go.
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[Sat Apr / 4:46pm] |
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Exam time. I really can't be bothered to care. How much can a test really say about our intelligence? It's all so meaningless. Especially when most people just cram at the last moment rather than actually learning the material. All these tests really measure is our ability to memorize something quickly, not our worth as students. I know that I'm not going to stress at all about them; our marks really don't matter in the long run, and it doesn't really matter if some professor thinks I've learned or progressed or whatever. I know what I've accomplished this year, and I don't really want or need someone else trying to measure it for me through some arbitrary test.
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