If you’re like me, maybe you’ve been told by friends and teachers on what to expect for university but you still don’t know exactly what to expect… I’ve been told university is quite a big deal (transition into adulthood). I’m nervous, excited, scared, sad, happy, and a whole amalgamation of emotions. But what I’m trying to say is that university is not going to be easy and sometimes plain difficult and frustrating but its a wonderful opportunity to discover more of the world around you and explore the depths of who you are. You’re going to revel in new realms, expanses of knowledge galaxies, and find friendships that can be treasured for a lifetime. Perhaps, the ambiguity of whats to come is what makes the experience even more worthwhile?
But for now as we trek the first steps into a new period of our lives, I want to remind you of a few things:
Never lose sight of who you really are.
Work hard but always put yourself first (this means health and well-being).
Study hard yes but study smarter!
In times of difficulty, not only look within for strength but also around.
Lastly, enjoy this time because sooner than we know it, we’ll be looking back on it 🙂
This is honestly quite a short post despite all the feelings I have, but maybe after the first week of university I’ll post a more in depth blog.
It wasn’t until 9th grade that I started to really watch the Olympics or get inspired by the athletes. In 2011, somehow by chance I was interested in reading biographies. I picked up Michael Phelps: No Limits and from there I began to relive his 2008 Olympic moments ( I know I was a bit late to the game). His work ethic and determination to go above and beyond obstacles gave me the courage to have my own dreams and confidence to chase them. From there I became even more disciplined (following his grit) to reach many goals of mine. So every single time I watch a game, a competition, a match, or a performance for the Olympics, I am not only in awe but I am so happy for how much they’ve achieved. Sometimes I cry even though I feel like I don’t have the right to for all athletes who fell short of what they wanted to accomplish… However every athlete has captivated me because of their endless strive to better themselves and to sacrifice so much for their country and their love for the sport.
I want to take this time to thank the athletes whose lives have impacted mine. Many times I am able to believe in myself and dream big because of their willingness to put themselves out there and give it all they’ve got.
Other countries fascinate me. Whenever, I look far above from the airplane and see a bird’s eyes view of a new country or old… I am filled with wonder about the life the people live. Their quality of life, if they’re like me, and do they think like me or have dreams like I do?
Honestly speaking I wasn’t the most thrilled about travelling back to China after seven years of not going back. The only reason i was going back was because of my family: my grandparents, my cousin, aunts, and uncles. I didn’t know how much I missed them until I left them. As I struggled to keep my tears from trickling down my cheeks, a part of me believed that yes I would see them and maybe sooner than I thought. But the truth is, I rarely go back. And as time passes on and health starts to deteriorate, I’m not sure when my see you again will become a goodbye.
During my three weeks in China, I began to appreciate a country more.. in regards to the way its run and how the people live their daily lives. Okay, I’ll admit when I arrived in my hometown I had a strong nationalism and pride for Canada. After taking History 12, I was a bit more pre-dispositioned to think democracy was the answer. Coming into China, I had my nose up in the air. I was conditioned a bit to think of communism as bad and with corruption spoiling many aspects of politics, education, medicine, security, etc didn’t make it any better. The bias coupled with news I had heard about China made me complain secretly about almost everything for the first week. Ugh the air quality is so terrible, the streets are so dirty, there are too many people, and why is everyone so rude? I feel disappointed in my ways of thinking specifically in the beginning. I realized life in China is actually pretty great and how there is a certain beauty in the way a country works. What right do I have to say how a country should be run? Or allow my ideological or political beliefs barricade my ability to enjoy what a country can offer? Every country has its own beauty, and its my privilege to experience it for what is is—