A few thoughts

Why do I let stupid things bother me? I've been in a gloomy, irritated mood for the past few days because I'm concerned I may not be able to transfer to a university next fall, solely because I'm slacking off in the math class I'm in right now. If I don't pass this class, I'll have to retake it this fall. The deadline for applications is in November, so I won't be able to take the other, actual math class that counts towards college credit until winter at the earliest. What happens if I turn in an application and I haven't passed the class I need is certainly a mystery to me. But it's been biting me with worry for the past few days, hence the misery.

Sure, grades and school are important things because education cures ignorance--mostly--and can improve one's life dramatically in the course of a lifetime, although many people would say school is solely important because of the degree and the job opportunities it presents, which is also very important, but I don't like myself when I'm wholly concerned with getting good grades and going to a reputable school. In that state, I'm constantly nervous, always overworked by stress, and in an unhappy mood because drowning myself to school is not something I particularly enjoy doing. If I'm passionate about the subject, I'll strive to achieve greatness and will enjoy the work; but for the other classes in the other subjects I'm not passionate about, I get bored. Granted, I do have a tendency to not devote my full attention to whatever it is I'm doing, and sure, I may have a short-attention span lasting a little less than a minute and a half, but that's not the issue here. What my true question is this: how can I began to compromise my--what some may call reckless--tendency to coast through school, in an effort to become slightly more serious about my education--what some may call a more adult approach to school. And this is something I'll have to think about for a while.

But, I think I'm in a better place right now. I was in a crabby mood all day, short-tempered and irritated at the slightest thing. But then my whole family went outside to work on the yard, and my stupid burdens began to melt, just a little. I think it's because it's nearly impossible to be unhappy when one is free to enjoy the magnificence of nature. Nature, you stinkin' rock. Seriously. Who else but you can alter the entire world? Heck, you ARE the world! How cool is that? Haha. I've already made a note to myself to get outside more. Oh, and I'm also going to get serious about my writing. It's impossible for me to become a great writer if I don't practice my craft everyday. So from now on I'll be outside more, and I'll be writing more--probably at the same time too!