My boarding time had inched close enough to the present that I began to sweat a little. It was only after I had to remove a pair of shoes from my oversized travel bag at the check-in counter that I became nervous.
“See, I told you taking out the boots would help cut enough weight,” my dad said as he grabbed the pair of shoes I removed from the large purple bag. I rolled my now 50-pound bag through that little section of the airport check-in counter. I just kept throwing in extra stuff that I thought I would need during the summer abroad without thinking about the overage charges. Nearly everything in my room was able to fit in that mobile monstrosity. I had just enough time to get rid of a perfectly good water bottle and take a deep breath before stepping into the back of the airport security line.
The other day a friend of mine had brought up her attendance of Catholic confirmation classes at her church in a group text message with me and one other friend. The other friend had chimed in with her experience of having been confirmed in the 4th grade.
The first friend voiced her confusion about her statement. “You don’t get confirmed until 10th grade in high school.”
I agreed with the statement. I remembered how my friends who had gone to Catholic school with me did their confirmation their first year of high school and asked a coworker sitting next to me, who was also raised Catholic, about when confirmation usually happens.
“Yeah, it’s usually like the first year of high school,” I responded.
I have to admit, I gave my friend a hard time about it, not necessarily because I didn’t believe that she was confirmed by the Catholic Church, but because I found it strange that everyone was okay with having a sheltered child, who had not yet learned and experienced all that was out there, commit the rest of their lives to the only religion she knew about. Continue reading “Faith and Religion: Why Are They Even A Thing?”→
Conversations about the upcoming Presidential election have been popping up practically everywhere I go. News stories and opinions fly off the handle from people of all ages, and stated beliefs and facts tumble into some incredibly interesting debates.
I absolutely love discussing news and politics with anyone willing to sit down for a minute and chat with me, but just as the rise in the well-informed debates pop up around the election season, so does the apprehension of that fact that there are many individuals out there that don’t even have a clue about who our past presidents were. Continue reading “The Importance Of Being Politically Aware”→
Sometimes thoughts and ideas change. Sometimes they grow and shift from one way to another; and sometimes they even shift their way back again. The way we think and what we believe comes as a result of a complex construction of your environment, upbringing, experiences, and practically everything else that you come into contact with in the world. As we grow older and build new memories with the various pieces of life that make us who we are, sometimes the thoughts we gathered in order to answer complex questions evolve and modify, and that’s completely okay.
You won’t ever know every single piece of knowledge that has ever been leaked out into the world because you are not every single person on the planet. One person can never walk in everyone shoes because they are just one single person, but you can definitely try your best. Even super geniuses and the most adventurous travelers can’t see or know it all. The flow of knowledge that comes into the world never ceases, and the range of different perspectives never stops accumulating. Continue reading “The Shifts and Changes of Thoughts”→
The ancient (and untrue) tale of a procrastinator.
I sit fumbling through the scribbled pages of my notes, and as I am beginning to highlight the already densely bolded words in my text book, I decided that I should take a break. I started stretching, and as I was walking around the room I noticed my trash can was half full. I procrastinated longer by tossing out the trash in the dumpster outside, and then attempted to head back inside to my studies. But naturally, on the way back in, I saw an old friend passing by. And so, not wanting to be rude, we conversed remembering the days when we used to hang out together. And when the conversation ended, I made my way back indoors. I went straight for my room hoping I wouldn’t encompass anymore distractions, but then I decided that I was sort of hungry and stopped by the fridge for a snack.
I stared blankly at the contents of my refrigerator knowing plainly that I was just standing there to waste time. And after five minutes of peering deeply at my milk carton, I gently closed the door and walked away. Immediately after I glanced down at my wristwatch and noticed that my short break melted into a lost hour. I ran back to my desk and began reading my textbook like mad. So madly in fact, I ended up reading a single sentence repeatedly for ten minutes. I really need to focus, I thought frantically to myself. But something about procrastination just seems more enticing.
So I shut my book and I began to take another short break when I noticed something lying on the floor. I picked up the piece of trash and went to throw it away. And naturally, I decided, what the heck, I’ll just vacuum the whole floor while I’m at it. And so after vacuuming the remaining area of my floor, I dumped the contents of the vacuum’s dust collector in the trash. And then I pondered to myself, should I vacuum the rest of the apartment? It’s quite dirty anyways… Why not? And so I continued vacuuming the rest of the apartment, getting every square inch as I partook in the task, and when I was done and tucked the vacuum away in its place, I realized that the dishes needed washing. I couldn’t vacuum the floor without leaving the dishes could I? And when I was done with that I moved on to the rest of the kitchen. Why not clean the windows while I’m at it?
Hours passed and all I had accomplished was cleaning the apartment. Not a single mention of philosophy had I come across today. I looked to my watch again to only realize that my final exam would take place in three hours. Should I spend it studying or should I get some sleep seeing that it is now 5:00 am? I pondered the dilemma for a moment. I’m just a slave to procrastination anyways. I might as well be rested when I fail my test.