As the school year draws to a close, this writer reevaluates her relative position in the creative universe. Introspection, reflection, and pensive distance-gazing abound.
By Annissa Omran (Writer/College Student)
I try to avoid turning these blog posts into virtual diary entries, but this week marks a big event that leaves me with no choice but to get a little personal.
As of the day this post is published, I will officially be done with my first year of college.
Anna Kendrick and I totally were freshmen at the same time this year. She worked at the campus radio station, I worked in the campus computer labs. She helped an underdog a cappella group take the competition world by storm, I studied for biology exams. She made out with Skylar Astin, I watched Skylar Astin in the movie theater and cried over Spring Awakening flashbacks.
We were practically sisters!
(I swear she is me. If I were a rising actress, previous kisser of Skylar Astin, and a legitimate Twitter comedian extrordinare)
But all joking aside, this year has been a real eye-opener for me.
I went through a lot to end up where I am now. For starters, I went in thinking I knew EXACTLY what I was going to do with my life. I was that kid who brushed off the sage advice of guidance counselors and wizened upperclassmen.
Switch majors? Question my career path? Me? I was so certain that neither of these things would ever come to pass that I arrogantly ignored the advice that explained what to do if you did find yourself in an existential crisis.
Not only did I come to learn that I really had NO idea what I was doing with my life, but I also came to realize that what I thought was just a hobby turned out to be something I simply could not live without.