Past Summers

I have my first test in my US History class tomorrow, so today I decided to go the library after watching the final day of coverage of the USA Track & Field Outdoor Championships (also, shoutout to the runner from MIT who was in the Women’s Steeplechase final.  GO TECH!).

As usual, I go to the 2nd floor of the library and sit in the skybridge, mainly because I like looking out at Downtown Atlanta on my small breaks from studying.

While on one of these breaks, I started thinking about what I was doing in previous summers at about the same time.

This time, last year, there was a good chance I would be sitting in Cabot Science Library in the Harvard Science Center, gazing out the windows at Cambrege (well….the Yard) while making my way through Calc II homework.

A year before that, the summer of ’08, I was having my 2nd day of work at OfficeMax, working the cash register, and gazing out the windows to the old motor mile of Anniston, AL.

Before that, summer of ’07, I was staring out the windows of my house trying to prep myself for the academic and athletic rigors of MIT.

Coming back full circle, it’s now the summer of ’10, and I’m an Asian Studies major at GSU (which is interesting to me for reasons I’ll talk about in a later post) and training for the Atlanta Half-Marathon.

I guess gazing out the window is a recurring theme in my life.  I’ve always been a bit of a dreamer, longing for what I can’t/don’t have.  It’s really a problem of mine.

One thing I keep thinking about is how my life would be different if I went to Princeton after high school instead of MIT.  Honestly, I tend to think my life would be better, since I would do far better in the liberal arts environment of Princeton than the, I guess, “liberal sciences” environment of MIT.

I also have the bad habit of somehow thinking that my life is waste now.

Naturally, this thought pattern isn’t pretty fucking terrible, and serves no purpose other than making me feel like complete shit and a dumbass.

Also, if I’d taken that different path, who the fuck knows how I would be, as a person, right now.  Let alone all the cats that I met in Cambridge that I probably wouldn’t have met/gotten to know otherwise.

Not really sure where I’m going with this, but whatever.

Test in 8 hours.

Peace.