I like to consider myself a self-made woman. I got through grade school on my home - parents never really helped. Got into college on my own, financially supported myself on my own. The rents give some help here and there, but usually I try not to take it.
Sounds silly, but I’m totalling what money they’ve given me, and I plan on giving it back to them ASAP. I tried to offer my current paychecks to them, but they wont take it. They just make bonds in my name if anything.
I’m a senior now in college, and as I look back, I wonder at many choices I made. Even though some of them may have been wrong in some sense, they were very right in another sense. I’m standing on a tightrope, bridging the gap between my schooling days and the start of my career.
I dont know where I’m going to be next year. I don’t know if my dreams will come true, or if they’ll go very wrong with one bad move. I dont know anything, really. Four years of college, only to realize - MAN, I dont know anything!
I dont know what it is to suffer, although I think I must have thought I did at one time. I’ve never had anything important ripped out of my hands, and hell if anyone tried to do that, I went after them tooth and nail. And I usually got my way. If not right away, then over time.
And I sit here now. Its 1 am on a Friday night. My stats book is open. The desk looks exactly as it does in images, except all the lights are dimmed. And I think - God, I dont know anything.
It scares me. I’m endeavoring to go into a field where people have been through a lot of misfortune. And I don’t know if I’ll be a good friend to them. I dont know if I’ll be able to help them.
Its exciting and yet terrifying to know that we all have some sort of impact on each other, and that impact we would never know unless the object of our actions told us. And even then. How do you know they’re not lying?
Its exciting and terrifying to wonder - who’s life am I impacting now? in the future? And how?
Did I make someone commit suicide?
Did I hurt someone to make them cry?
Or did I bring some noor into someone’s life - thus living up to my name?
So, I stand here. This year is a bridge I’ll cross sure enough. I dont know what lies ahead. I dont know what fortune and misfortune has been dealt out for me. And I dont know if I’ll be able to handle it. I dont know if I’ll turn turtle, or suicidal, or crazy.
I dont know much of anything. Four years of college, indeed.
So, have I really made myself? Have I really built myself up? Or has my fortune thus far helped me? What would life have been like if some tragedy had befallen me? Would I have the strength to pull myself together and plough through?
I need more strength. So, I can be a real self-made woman. Not the delusional self-made woman that I am.