Prelude
As all good stories, essays, editorials, etc. start with some sort of introduction, so to shall this. 'Cause I'm hoping to make this a regular thing, and when I look back on it, I'm hoping that it'll flow just like most everything in life: beginning, development, end. And as an ancient once said, "A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step." So to that end, let's begin...
I'm only 20 years and six months, but like most my age, I've seen, heard, done, felt things far beyond my years. Looking back on the 17 some-odd years that I can remember, it's been all and all a very good life. I'm in control and doing what I want to do. But, like most, there are still those things that I yearn for: Would like to have more money (seriously. Not to say that I'm destitute, but I'd would enjoy a little more financial security) so that I could do the little things in life that I'm always putting off. It is a shame that our dreams and aspirations must be bounded by the almighty dollar. But alas, I digress... I would like time to travel and see this planet. There's thousands and thousands of kilometers to explore but very few of us actually go from one corner to the other in a lifetime. I think that seeing how people live half a world away is something we should all do. If not only to open us to something new, but to see that there are those better or worse off. Firsthand knowledge is powerful. I could expand my wants and such but fatigue in combination with a need to study is stopping me...
Way back in the day, I went to school near my house with a bunch of strange little kids. And my first teacher would wind up being the mother of one of my friends. From there I only took a handful of friends, so that's marginally important. 5th grade is where things started cooking. That's where I met the core of the friends that I would keep to this day. These kids I'd have class everyday with the the next 8 years. And we sure had some good times. It wasn't my choice to go to French school. But I'm glad that I did. I think of how my life would have been radically different if I never went and met all these wonderful people.
With these putzes, I moved on to High School, which in retrospect, was probably the pinnacle of life to date considering that I didn't have to pay to be there, I learned something new on occasion, and it was just a blanketed excuse to chill with my friends for eight hours everyday. By the end of it, I would have killed to get out. But nowadays, what I wouldn't give to have one day with the old gang. @ the risk of sounding pompous, the sphere of friends extended. Each new face seemed to have a different outlook on life and a different way to live it. Aside from being a long and drawn-out five years, I started to really learn the lessons on life, death, love, drugs, friends, and of course, drama, drama, drama. I could say with certainty that I wouldn't be who I am today if not for that time.
And as this brief review of life draws to a close I wind up here in my second year of Economics and Japanese Studies @ McMaster University, alone and adrift (@ least physically) from all these people. But as chapters end, new ones begin. New people met, new, many new experiences had and lessons learned. And from it all I'm becoming wiser and stronger with each day.
I've got a mother, and a father. Nothing big here. They love and support me in everything I do. I'd do anything for them. When I win the lottery, 10% goes to each of them. Plus houses in Florida and Jamaica jackpot depending. There's a newly 19 year-old sister as well who I always fight with but perhaps deep down inside I actually love. I'll have to give this some further thought. I've got a beautiful, kind best friend who I love to pieces. And she always gets a bit embarrassed when I tell her so. Aside from a few exceptions, the closest friends I have are girls. And NO, they're not all blond. These girls are my sisters and I treat them as such. Any boy crosses them and I go a-hunting into the night. In addition, I currently live with three girls- The reality of which is very different from anything you could picture. But after being with them these many months in addition to first year, they're all like three little sisters as well. Except that they're party animals, unlike my sister. Speaking of which, don't let me find out that you're going to Nashville again unless under my supervision.
This is all just a real quick review so that as I rant and bitch about things in the future, you can have some kind of context from it all. And so, let's begin..........
After I finish studying.
I'm only 20 years and six months, but like most my age, I've seen, heard, done, felt things far beyond my years. Looking back on the 17 some-odd years that I can remember, it's been all and all a very good life. I'm in control and doing what I want to do. But, like most, there are still those things that I yearn for: Would like to have more money (seriously. Not to say that I'm destitute, but I'd would enjoy a little more financial security) so that I could do the little things in life that I'm always putting off. It is a shame that our dreams and aspirations must be bounded by the almighty dollar. But alas, I digress... I would like time to travel and see this planet. There's thousands and thousands of kilometers to explore but very few of us actually go from one corner to the other in a lifetime. I think that seeing how people live half a world away is something we should all do. If not only to open us to something new, but to see that there are those better or worse off. Firsthand knowledge is powerful. I could expand my wants and such but fatigue in combination with a need to study is stopping me...
Way back in the day, I went to school near my house with a bunch of strange little kids. And my first teacher would wind up being the mother of one of my friends. From there I only took a handful of friends, so that's marginally important. 5th grade is where things started cooking. That's where I met the core of the friends that I would keep to this day. These kids I'd have class everyday with the the next 8 years. And we sure had some good times. It wasn't my choice to go to French school. But I'm glad that I did. I think of how my life would have been radically different if I never went and met all these wonderful people.
With these putzes, I moved on to High School, which in retrospect, was probably the pinnacle of life to date considering that I didn't have to pay to be there, I learned something new on occasion, and it was just a blanketed excuse to chill with my friends for eight hours everyday. By the end of it, I would have killed to get out. But nowadays, what I wouldn't give to have one day with the old gang. @ the risk of sounding pompous, the sphere of friends extended. Each new face seemed to have a different outlook on life and a different way to live it. Aside from being a long and drawn-out five years, I started to really learn the lessons on life, death, love, drugs, friends, and of course, drama, drama, drama. I could say with certainty that I wouldn't be who I am today if not for that time.
And as this brief review of life draws to a close I wind up here in my second year of Economics and Japanese Studies @ McMaster University, alone and adrift (@ least physically) from all these people. But as chapters end, new ones begin. New people met, new, many new experiences had and lessons learned. And from it all I'm becoming wiser and stronger with each day.
I've got a mother, and a father. Nothing big here. They love and support me in everything I do. I'd do anything for them. When I win the lottery, 10% goes to each of them. Plus houses in Florida and Jamaica jackpot depending. There's a newly 19 year-old sister as well who I always fight with but perhaps deep down inside I actually love. I'll have to give this some further thought. I've got a beautiful, kind best friend who I love to pieces. And she always gets a bit embarrassed when I tell her so. Aside from a few exceptions, the closest friends I have are girls. And NO, they're not all blond. These girls are my sisters and I treat them as such. Any boy crosses them and I go a-hunting into the night. In addition, I currently live with three girls- The reality of which is very different from anything you could picture. But after being with them these many months in addition to first year, they're all like three little sisters as well. Except that they're party animals, unlike my sister. Speaking of which, don't let me find out that you're going to Nashville again unless under my supervision.
This is all just a real quick review so that as I rant and bitch about things in the future, you can have some kind of context from it all. And so, let's begin..........
After I finish studying.
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