Not to sound pretentious, but I love mentoring. I just mentor one of my closest friends that I made in high school, my VP when I was ASB President, and we have such a deep relationship outside of that leadership role relationship where I help her with the things that I struggled with just last year.
And I love it. It’s hard, trying to advise someone on how they should tackle different situations and deal with certain people, but it’s oddly therapeutic. It forces me to go back into the deep recesses of my mind and think about who I was, what I was doing, how I could have done things better, what would be the best thing for her in her situation, and so on. And that sort of deep reflection and contemplation of my past is refreshing to do. Lately, I’ve been so focused on the here and now (WHICH IS NOT A BAD THING AT ALL) that I think sometimes I forget about looking back on the past to look for guidance and to grow from my past experiences.
When I sit down to help out this friend, I feel like I’m helping myself too. Which is a beautiful thing to be able to do and I’m so lucky that she trusts me and appreciates my help as much as she does so much that I’ve been able to form this role in her life and develop into a loving and guiding person, something I might not have not been had it not been for her and our special friendship.
If you ever get the opportunity to help someone in the way that I’m talking about, then I highly recommend you leap at the chance. It’s both a tremendous honor and something that you will not regret.
Okay, I’m starting to hear you, No One. Y’all clearly enjoy my poetry, which -hey- is flattering to say the least.
I’ll be posting more of that on here then which is both exciting and nerve racking. Gotta focus on writing some good poetic shit which is probably good practice as a writer, poet, and novelist.
I think I’ll post another tonight, but until then I’m gonna talk at you (mostly for myself) for a hot minute.
Now I know I have yet to fully experience college like seniors at SDSU, but I feel like my whole opinion on the institution has greatly changed.
College (from what I understand) forces you to sometimes, if not often, be alone. Alone with your thoughts and with your textbooks. Secluded from friendships, sometimes with hundreds of miles between you and your best friend.
I don’t mind the quiet of loneliness too much. I thought I would have, but the silence and distance isn’t comforting, but rather reinforcing. Reinforcing that which I had only thought was true as knowing as fact. I thought my best friend, C, and I were good friends, but I didn’t realize how deep and truly magnificent our friendship was and is until some distance, separation, and silence was put in between us.
Furthermore, I thought it would be easier to make friends in college, and sure the first week it definitely was easy, but after that initial week when all of us freshmen were desperate for companionship and everyone had made their best friends, it became difficult. You have to put in time and effort into the people that you should CAREFULLY select as your friends. I didn’t make many friends this semester which again, I’m fine with. But for those few extroverts who read my blog, please understand the time and effort required, Don’t feel like no one wants to be your friend. It’s not you, everyone just has their own shit going on.
Also, homework. I know I’ve yet to experience the real wrath/ magnanimity of homework that perhaps juniors and seniors experience in college, but it is a lot more than I had originally guesstimated.
Additionally, professors couldn’t care less about you, except for a few. I know the professor of ENGL280 class was a significantly kinder and nicer fella than say my HIST101 professor who was terrifyingly apathetic to say the least. There’s a spectrum of professors and you just have to be ready to see every single one of them.
I don’t really know what else to say so here take a picture of my cappuccino.