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In hopes of not sounding like Matt Foley

Credit goes to Scott for this one, based on a recent post.

The day after Halloween this year, I came to a realization. Ten years ago, I spent my Halloween alone in my off-campus apartment watching Halloween and Halloween II on my 13-inch TV. This year, I spent it watching Zack and Miri Make a Porno in a theater and then going to two different Halloween parties hosted by friends. It was upon comparing these events based on my ten years of living in the D/FW area that I thought it was safe to say that I have made progress on the social front.

Upon this realization, I was reminded of how I had to keep a sense of faith with going to a university where I only knew a couple of people. My social life would have probably been easier if I went to the university my friends went to, but I wanted to go to a smaller school. Call it the road not taken or something like that. I thought I should just stick with making my own path. I was still in touch with my friends, and I'm still in touch with them today. It's not like there was a time when I considered giving up and switching schools. Sometimes things just sucked when I'd spend numerous hours by myself trying to find some ways to entertained. Other times it was great and liberating.

Over time, with each semester and new year, things started to really work out, especially with working at the campus radio station. All these years later, I think it's safe to say that the path has been totally worthwhile. But I don't think we really notice growth until well after the fact.

All I'm saying, if this were to be directed to a freshman in college, find something you are really passionate about. If you enjoy doing it, be it by yourself or with a few or a lot of people, stick with it. You never really know where exactly this passion will take you, but it's quite rewarding to find out where it takes you.

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Jade Clark said…
Hey, dad, I can't see real good, is that Bill Shakespeare over there?!?!

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