Anna Kendrick and I totally were freshmen at the same time this year.
She worked at the campus radio station, I worked in the campus computer labs.
I was that kid who brushed off the sage advice of guidance counselors and wizened upperclassmen. Now through the blurry lens of hindsight it is hard for me to remember why I had ever thought that would be a good idea for me.
I took every science course my high school offered....I only did ok in them.
I worked very hard and studied a lot...I didn't really enjoy it.
A bunch of my friends were science kids and I loved them....I always felt slightly distant.
In high school I was that girl perpetually carrying a notebook and purpose.
I wrote obsessively but all the teachers I met urged me to look at it as a hobby.
A major in English was right up there with wanting to be a princess or a unicorn breeder.
I'd listened to them, but even in the beginning, sitting on the precepice of a fall with no creative outlet, I felt uneasy. I'm miserable, I'm depressed, and I'm wondering what its all for. I was prepared to just accept another major that I didn't really love but would lead to a profitable career.
You're supposed to finally feel in charge of your life. It took a LOT of soul searching and sleepless nights to even entertain the idea of dropping science and doing what I really loved - writing.
You know when you get in that rare mood where the world seems dull, as though the color has been leeched from your surroundings?
You don't want to do anything because your brain seems to be functioning in slow motion and all you can bring yourself to do is watch crappy reruns and sigh a lot.