Back To The Beginning

Back To The Beginning

Well, here I go again. Two weeks before my second year at the university: packing up, getting nags about the distance, regretting a little. It's not that I hate the University of California, Santa Cruz, but I grown to dislike being a student there at times. I don't like the strange “new” people, from their rich families in SF or wherever in NorCal. I don't like being all alone, far away from home. Namely, it reminds me of my failure... how two of my friends gotten into dream universities with the same classes, less activities, and more rule following than creativity than I did, and yet I got rejected from the same schools, put on the waiting list for Stanford, and sent to UCSC. Banished to the woods it seems. I left in the summer. Completing summer session, I was proud and happy, but I returned to find my friends and family missing me, and I found out how much I missed them. After the whole year was finished, I came back with an average GPA and a broken mindset. Wondering what I could've done right, what I done wrong. About how I behaved. In the end, I lost my gustiness in going to the wayward woods and living like a hermit.

Now, I'm back with my former love after learning lessons on the move. I'm entering the woods with my head not down, nor high, but low and forward, ready to fight. There's no more youth for those who are young, how ironic. Yet, we must all bravely march to the beginning of a battle of an on going war. I have new goals realize and improvements to make. I have reconfirm my faith in my friends, family, and beliefs. Yet, I must reminded, of how I found out “Those who do good, get get good things in return”, and as for me, when I was younger, I did not do good like Jessica or Gil, instead I tried to be rebellious and make my own path through the woods, to just find myself having to cut my way back to the road.