I know I am very far behind but I had a moment today when I
just decided to catch up. So, sadly enough, here is my response to the first
blog post requirement: “the Personal Essay.”
I love the idea of this essay being about “an itch you can’t scratch.” Since I have already done this assignment before writing this post, I can see where I needed to write on this topic. I am one of those people who will get obsessed with something. I will have a hard core infatuation and then let it go. Sometimes it’s little things like my obsession with Cheetos which suddenly changed to Ruffles a few weeks ago, to my obsession with running which I still haven’t gotten over. I started my essay with the problem of “Infatuation” and how we might get too involved with our own personal infatuations, but I have recently found that I was obsessed. It was not just with my sport. It was with my race. I loved the 400 and all I wanted was to break 60 seconds in it. Sadly, though, this took me 6 years. It is time I reflect (since this was quite recent) and look at how I got out of that rabbit hole I was just running deeper and deeper and how I looked from above and from one side (the 200) and another side (the 800) and diagonally (pole vault, hurdles, high jump) and how I achieved it, not fell into it. Maybe I need to look at college like that? Maybe I should broaden the topic even more? Since I am done running, I ask myself everyday where I belong at this school. I need to find a way to climb out of this rabbit hole even though, every time I see a runner, I slip…maybe this personal essay should be my way of finding that foot hold and finally, hopefully, climbing out.
I love the idea of this essay being about “an itch you can’t scratch.” Since I have already done this assignment before writing this post, I can see where I needed to write on this topic. I am one of those people who will get obsessed with something. I will have a hard core infatuation and then let it go. Sometimes it’s little things like my obsession with Cheetos which suddenly changed to Ruffles a few weeks ago, to my obsession with running which I still haven’t gotten over. I started my essay with the problem of “Infatuation” and how we might get too involved with our own personal infatuations, but I have recently found that I was obsessed. It was not just with my sport. It was with my race. I loved the 400 and all I wanted was to break 60 seconds in it. Sadly, though, this took me 6 years. It is time I reflect (since this was quite recent) and look at how I got out of that rabbit hole I was just running deeper and deeper and how I looked from above and from one side (the 200) and another side (the 800) and diagonally (pole vault, hurdles, high jump) and how I achieved it, not fell into it. Maybe I need to look at college like that? Maybe I should broaden the topic even more? Since I am done running, I ask myself everyday where I belong at this school. I need to find a way to climb out of this rabbit hole even though, every time I see a runner, I slip…maybe this personal essay should be my way of finding that foot hold and finally, hopefully, climbing out.
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