It is becoming harder and harder for me to deny that I am in love with a place that imposes such harsh pain on its students. We get so caught up in being strong and confident, intelligent and cultured, involved and personable: prim and perfect. We don’t just study, we work out. We are not just part of one club, we lead three and are involved in four others. We don’t spend our summers relaxing, we snag amazing internships, work nonprofits, assist with groundbreaking research. We can’t even simply graduate; we graduate with honors or fulbright. Now, all that we are encouraged to do and become is good, but every bad thing starts in something good. It is only when I walked off campus did I realize there has been a knot in my neck since last week. As I sit waiting to board a plane that will take me home, I realize that the pressure we put on ourselves is unbearable. I know we would all like to think that we are a vessel uncracked and uncrackable, but we have to stop trying to do everything and be everything. Each of us has something, and together we can become, but we cannot each embody all that is Scripps, and we have to stop trying.
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diarraanderson said:
I think about this so much. We always try so hard. Too hard.
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sassanasios said:
your words are so pretty
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