Carry on.

To be trusted – a priceless virtue

I wonder if there are lots of people my age actually going out to University or College to complete a degree. I wonder what it’s going to be like, surrounded by people 10 years younger than me… people who don’t know who He man or the Transformers (the old transformers) or the Cabbage Patch Kids are. People who don’t know the theme song to “Growing Pains” or “Silver Spoons”.

I’ll probably be like an old relic to my classmates. I really hope that it doesn’t get the better of me. Older people tend to think that they’re better than people younger than they are… I’ve been know to be like this from time to time. My classmates have so much advantage… they’ve grown up during the age of cheap personal computers and world wide webs… Take a look at their blogs! Flash, Java and ActiveX galore. Here I am with just a simple WordPress webpage blog.

I know the past is the past, but I one thing I miss from high school were those times where people would ask me, “What did you get on this question in the test?” or… “Can you show me how to do this?”. People actually trusted my abilities and opinions. People actually depended on me to help them. You know why? Because back then I actually knew what I was doing. I guess it was such a confidence builder at the time.

My first foray into University changed all that. So many people that were much more capable… so many people who could solve Laplace transforms and Sturm-Liouville Boundary Value Problems with the greatest of ease. People quickly found out that they can’t depend on me to help them. People knew that whatever I got for my answers were of no consequence – And that really, REALLY bothered me.

Anyway, a fresh start. I hope that I can make some friends. I hope that I can be an effective partner in the groups I’ll be required to take part in. I hope that my opnions and answers actually matter to people. I hope that I can be trusted. I hope that I can succeed.

Tomatoes and oregano make it Italian; wine and tarragon make it French. Sour cream makes it Russian; lemon and cinnamon make it Greek. Soy sauce makes it Chinese; garlic makes it good.

Alice May Brock

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