-Happy Finals, y’all. And if you fail, just remember two things: 1) “The true sign of intelligence is not knowledge but imagination.” 2) I love you long time. #HaroldAndKaitlynnGoToCollege. (at Headington Hall N320 Y’all. )
Negative energy all around because of my jobs. I hate them both, but I need the money to pay all of my bills so I can’t quit & it’s really pointless to look for another off campus job because I’ll hopefully only have this one until the end of Spring semester and then I’ll be an RA, fingers crossed. But I hate that they bring me down and cause me to look at the world through grey-colored spectacles. I just want to move people an do God’s work and be great & I feel like all I’m doing now is going through the motions just trying to make it out alive.
But you see, the problem with fairytales a is that they teach little girls that in order to grow up and get the happily ever after that we’re all taught so badly to want is that you have to get the handsome guy, the nice house, the lovely dog, and the white picket fence before your ‘happily ever after’ can come true. I mean, why are we even given this notion of a perfect life when the authors and creators of these stories have lived in the harsh reality of the world. And even further, why is it that this perfect life has to come with a stereotypical family and life? Why can’t we raise little girls with the belief system that it is okay to be unconventional. It’s okay to not get the guy or the pretty house. It’s okay if you don’t like dogs or you don’t want children. IT IS OKAY TO BE DIFFERENT. So why. Why is it that I grew up thinking that in order to be happy I needed to fall in love and map out my future in suburbia. Why was I taught that my life wouldn’t begin until I fell in love when in all actuality, my life fell apart because of love and it wasn’t until after I picked up the pieces and put them together myself that I realized it’s okay to create your own story that maybe doesn’t end or even begin the way people think it should.
-Daughter, sister, granddaughter, niece, cousin, friend, hero, role model, confidant, and now wife. So happy and proud for my big sister.. Don’t know who I’d be without you. Congrats, I love you both! ❤️
"the fighting redhead. Contemptuous of men because the photographed the framework, and ogled it, and whistled at it on the street; without knowing or caring to know that it had a name and held a personality."
-I understand that this is going to make me a stronger, more disciplined, overall better person in the long run, but almost every moment of every day is time spent wishing I didn’t have to put myself through college.. Life is hard. And work and school simultaneously sucks. Like a lot. And I’m not just saying that because I want to sleep in on Saturdays or go out with my friends every weekend. I’m saying that because working thirty hours plus a week and going to school full-time is rough. My grades teeter, my motivation is dead, and let’s not even talk about a social life. I envy those whose mommies and daddies just she’ll out money for their sorority, their education, their food and housing, their freaking clothes. I’m carrying it all on my back & it’s one of the hardest things I’ve ever experienced. Yet, I realize how unbelievably blessed I am that God has given me the opportunity to go to college and to hold a job. I want to look up and see the light at the tunnel, so I refuse to get lost in the mess surrounding me.