(ps excuse my tired look my sleep cycle is completely trashed this year)
Hello, peeps!3 words to sum up last week will be balloons, level assemblies, and new faces. As you know that my cohort is the most senior students in school, it was compulsory for everyone to help out during our school's Open House last Monday. It was rather eventful with many nice and nasty potential newcomers coming in asking about what IB is, how school works here and a bunch of those standard school tours questions. It was quite mundane at first (besides psycho-analyzing each individual's choice of outfit and weird stares they think I did not notice) but the preparation time for the open house was particularly evocative for me. I never thought that I will be so immersed in a journey to the point where the thought of it ending so early caught me by surprise although I know how long it is going to last for when I signed up for it.
Looking at those new faces sparked a weird balance of sadness and a sense of fulfillment in me, just like that cozy feeling of burrito-balling during a heavy thunderstorm doing one of the many math revision notes. I can say this now because it truly is shocking how exactly a year ago, I was just like them: excited to see where I will go, ready to embark on a journey to adulthood thinking it will all be alright if I follow my plans. To give you a little context, I think long and hard about my future aspirations and was very set on them to the point where I am literally excited for the future when I wake up for school every day. Although so, this year when I am actually going to be on my own making decisions on what I want to do and where I want to go after the structured 12 years of fundamental education really scares me, in a way I definitely have never felt before.
That is also why I chose school assemblies as one of the words that summed up my week. In my school, we have level assemblies where one of those sessions will be about university guidance' aka 'pressure to know and aim where to go next' and honestly, it used to be my nap sessions but now it gives me unnecessary anxiety. (okay this is a lil bit of an exaggeration but just take it as it is ok peeps) The idea of venturing on my own is totally liberating, yet the lack of control creates an invisible apprehension which I am not sure I will be able to combat when the time for it to hit me come. Due to this, my inner lil annoying voice constantly asks my other lil annoying voices in my head: "from now onwards, what are are your plans, bud?" I guess the answer is I do have some ideas of what I want to do, but they are mere abstracts I am unsure how to tie back to the realms of my existential life as a student and an apparent young adult. So for all you souls who are just as bothered by the prospects of doing well in the future as I am, please tell yourself to always take things a step at a time, okay?
Things have been a little out of control lately, but I know one thing for sure: bravery in traveling those roads less walked always has its own edge, so be you in all things you do. Be your true self for honesty, truth and individuality are what I feel make you more human and most importantly, more alive. I hope this reflection on my week has allowed you to take a step back on your week and reflect on the challenges you faced too. From now onwards, it is always your truth that speaks the loudest to your heart and mind, so be still and listen to that voice. :)
ps: I finally formulated my thoughts on generation gap to a few questions in this form!! Please take some time and answer it here (click click)! don't worry, responses are 100% anonymous unless you are willing to spend extra time to be interviewed by me. Thanks a bunch, peeps!
love and hugs always,
Maretta Simon