Useless and Pointless

If you already went through college, I'm sure you can agree with me.

If you have not yet gone to college and it is part of your imminent future, listen closely!

Of course, I am in no way saying that this holds true for everyone but it certainly did for me.

How many of you walked through the book store, high off life and the thrill of applying to college and deciding on a major and picturing your life in 10...20 years?

So many books! So many stories! A world of endless opportunity!

( This would be a good time to go look at my other Blog...read how excited I was about this whole process. GO. NOW.)

No?

Doesn't apply to you?

Well. I have.

I spent hours, drank countless cups of Starbucks coffee and at least 200 dollars buying books that I thought would reach out and tell me exactly what I needed to know about what I wanted to do with my life.


They would tell me the best school for me based on my personality, the ideal school for me if I was a B student and not only that...they would tell me the BEST major for me.


I believed it.

I bought The Book of Majors.

I bought the Top 289 Colleges and Universities or something equally pathetic.

I bought the book the would insure I wrote a killer essay.

The book that would help me make it through the first year.

The DORM ROOM DIET to make sure I didn't gain crazy weight.

Truth is? I don't remember the last time or the first time I opened any of these books.

Looking back on it now I feel foolish for having spent money and expecting a book to tell me what I already knew and what I had to figure out for myself.

No book, no matter how well written can provide the sufficient amount of evidence to make me believe that one university is the right one for my because a small survey concludes that based on my answers, that is were I belong.

Like so many things, you have to go with your gut.

Sure, financial matters have a significant impact on what you can and can not afford and maybe the school of your dreams didn't accept you but even so, a book can't tell you how to deal with such things.

A book doesn't know you're personal circumstances and how despite everything, yes, maybe you are a little nervous about leaving your family behind. And yes, maybe you didn't get into the school of your dreams and yes....none of the others you wanted accepted you either.

The book you paid 40 dollars for doesn't know that you've sat with your high school guidance counselor in tears because you can't possible understand what went wrong with your applications and have her tell you that she is surprised as well.

'I was positive you would get in to ____. It doesn't make sense. I was positive you would get in.' She'll tell you.


A book can't tell you how to deal with the utter devastation you will feel and how happy you will be when in turn, you do get that envelope in the mail congratulating you.


I feel like none of this is really making sense but I assure you it does!

The books are a waist of time and a waste of money.

I was too scared to deal with my reality and decide what I wanted for myself and go with it and I relied on books to tell me.

I bought books and yes, maybe I opened a few and I let the admissions records and statistics scare me away from paying for those over priced applications only to receive a lousy email telling me I was not granted admission.


Really?

I paid 65 dollars to apply to your shit school and you couldn't spend a few cents on a paper and stamp to at least reject me over paper?

No? Well screw you too.


Can you tell I'm a little upset? I hold a lot of anger against those days.


My point is. Don't rely on a book.

Books are amazing. Until they confuse you rather than guide you.

Don't go by the guidance of a book.

Trust yourself. Trust you ability. Have faith in what you can do. Believe it. Be it. Do it.


And when all is said and done and you are at the very last week of your freshmen year in college as I am and you're lying on your bed in your bare dorm room like I am, you can look back and think 'wow, I'm glad I have those 200 in my account because I can use that towards my new iPhone rather than those stupid books I will never again open are take up space in my bookshelf'

and you'll be happy.


Too specific?

Fine.  I'll be happy.

-D