Joy.

So here I am closing out my first semester as an MIT freshman. Weird, considering this blog started as a lame attempt to chronicle my college admissions experience in the form of bad Internet slang and copious amounts of exclamation points upon my acceptance to my dream school. And yet, in these three months I have come to yet another one of those completely sublime moments in life where the sharp lines of perspective fade into pools of gray. Those moments where the person you thought you were melts away into a self-conscious puddle and slinks to the corner of a dark room, waiting patiently to solidify into a new form for you to discover, when those perspective lines shift and everything that you thought you could never stand you do, and all the reckless things your parents warn against become your top priority. It is a time of introspection and rebellion.

And yet at MIT things are different. I am constantly having to study for this, prepare for that, perform here, etc. So many things that my head explodes on occasion. It's quite a spectacle, I promise. Botom line school used to be everything that gave me joy in life. Now, I have found sport martial arts, and continue to have Jacob, to center my existence. If I fail a test, I can talk it over with either to formulate a plan for success the next time around. It is joy because I am balanced.

And wow, this entry makes no sense at all.