Well, it's finally that time when life takes its gigantic leap, and one moves from the comforts of your high school to an uncertain future, be it in university, community college or otherwise.
Everything that was once certain - Going to the same classes everyday with the same people that you've known since you were knee high to a grass hopper, learning the 'same things every day' or what have you - has been floundered and thrown into the wind as you move out to live on your own. Being a young student, or an older one, the excitement of moving out to live on your own, to be independent, to be 'free' is always, and probably always will be, one of the most renewing, exiting and anxiety filled times of our short human lives.
Personally, I've been waiting for this moment since I entered high school, and now that it's here all I seem to have been doing is plan for this, and register for that, apply for this bursary, or wait for this acceptance letter for what seems like years. Being heaped with responsibility is always an interesting time.
Several of my adult friends have marveled at me, saying, "You're so lucky to have your entire life in front of you," and I can't agree more. To have a mere 18 full years behind me and Goddess only knows how many before me is one thought that tends to 'give me wings'. I have been privileged enough to be able to make the choices that I have been making - the choice to further my education in a world renowned institution with friends that I have either known since the first days of elementary school, or ones that I have made in the safety of my old high school - and I have every intention of living out those privileges to the fullest of extents.
There are so many things that I want to do, and I am more than grateful to my parents, my father especially, for keeping me on track and for guiding me with careful hands to where I am now heading. Even though she's gone, I will be forever indebted to my mother for keeping my dreams alive in her memory and for being the motivation behind my choices. My brothers have helped me in their own ways, and I have been more than fortunate to have been given such gifts.
There were times when the family situation was more than difficult and certain thoughts crossed my mind, but my friends, Goddess bless them, always managed to drag me back to civilization in one piece.
Those of you who read this, you know who you are, I am forever grateful to you for keeping my head above the water.
Despite the losses that I have had to endure, I have always managed to come out at least somewhere near the top because of you.
These last thirteen years have gone by faster and faster and I wish that I could remember more than what I can. It seems that the more time is given to you, the faster time wants to be taken away.


This is to all those who think that their life will go no where, and are too far gone to believe that they are merely stuck in a rut, no matter how deep. Remember: the bottom of the rut is merely a valley between mountains, so no matter how bad things seem to be, enjoy what scenery there is around you because you can climb those encompassing walls whenever you decide to put your mind to it. It never hurts to stop every once in a while and take note of all the things that have been given to you, and the lessons that you have learned from them. Ruts aren't as bad as everyone seems to keep saying. They're merely places where one has to stop what they're doing for a short period of time and look around them, before they have to get out and move on.
Despite this seemingly 'going to hell' world, every individual has an effect on the future outcome. It's up to you to decide on what kind of impact you'll have.
Best of luck to everyone with your dreams, and never forget to dream big, because everyone has the ability to achieve their dreams.