Just striving to be all I can be.
This post will be short and to the point because I’m going to need to focus my attention elsewhere pretty soon. I’ve actually been looking at and trying to hone my focus the past few weeks, and I recommend that you (regardless of whether you’re a student or not) do the same.
NBA Street Vol. 2 is the greatest video game of all time. In my opinion, there’s not really any competition. I know some people will disagree with me, especially since there are those who don’t care about sports games at all, but this video game (played exclusively on the illustrious PlayStation 2) should be considered a great one by all.
Entrepreneur, student, professional athlete, lawyer, doctor, district manager; in today’s society, there are plenty of titles people have and others seek to attain, and there is absolutely nothing wrong with it. In fact, wanting to be an entrepreneur, a lawyer, etc., is a very commendable thing that most everyone can appreciate. But, as is often the case in our American society, there’s a problem. That problem is when people simply want the title but none of the responsibility that comes along with it.
Many people tell me college was the best four years of their life. And many high schoolers tell me that they just can’t wait for college; largely because they hear older people say it was the best time of their lives, and the Instagram feeds of their older friends often seem to back up this claim. Now I’m enjoying college, as are most of my peers, but having my college years be the best years of my life? I think that’s downright stupid.
Ramen Noodles. There are many other meals that people prefer, and a plethora of foods that are healthier. But if this particular pre-packaged masterpiece didn’t exist, America wouldn’t be quite the same.
How so? The answer is multifold, but a simple answer is this:
How will you be remembered? When it’s all said and done, what are the things people will remember about you? What will your legacy be? What do you want your legacy to be?
No, the picture of the both nutritious and delicious food is not taken from the internet somewhere. That’s a picture of what I made myself for dinner last night.
What? JP can cook? Heck yeah, I know how to cook…or at least survive (though you can call me Chef Jean Paul…but say it with a French accent…everything sounds better in French). Surviving is something I’ve learned to do both in and out of the kitchen. And it’s something that’s quickly come in handy my second week of college.
One of my favorite superheroes of all time is D.C.’s Batman. But when I was younger, it was often hard for me to relate to the dark knight because, well, he was a rich white guy. And in case you didn’t already know, I’m not rich…or white. But instead of griping about it, I created a black Batman in my mind, and with this version of the hero there are some notable differences (and not just about him).
Between our parents, the media, friends, and more, we’ve had the knowledge beaten into our brain. We’ve been told to be who we are and to be proud of what makes us different. Yet despite receiving this lesson time and time again, it appears as though many people would rather fit in than stand out.
Personally, I find great fault with this. But instead of repeating the lesson we know by heart, I’m going to tell you one ironic fact: everybody
As of yesterday, I have now lived in New York City for a full week. And man, this first week entailed a lot. So here’s what happened my first week of college, from last Saturday to this one.