I’m not a fan of Math. Really. I’m not sure if the equation “take chances=self discovery” really equal but I’m going to try to prove it.
Ever since my friend, Sunny, and I started a pop band way back in Elementary, I knew I wanted to be somebody important. I want the world to know who I am and I want them to be awed by my awesomeness. So dum dum dum… Grade 12 came whirling by and I was lost.
I think one of the worst feelings in the world is when self-identity is gone. Some how, some way, some time in high school, I became this 5’7 person who’s only important things in life is good grades and shopping. My identification was whittled down from AWESOME NANCY-NESS to student. STUDENT! So gross and ambiguous. I knew I had to do something.
I had to do something. I had to find out who I am. After debating with myself for ages ( seriously, I went back and forth and sideways), I chose to accept University of Ottawa’s (coined UFO by Sunny) undergraduate offer for political science.
This choice will take me to the other side of the country, to a place where everything and every person is new and unfamiliar. In a way, like me.
I’m going to take a chance and maybe, prove that taking chances does equal self discovery. :)