intimidated.
I finished writing my commencement speech today, and submitted it into the pool for review. Though I spent quite a bit of time workshopping it, I'm still concerned that it's not the best I could've made it--even after taking it to the school's writing lab.
But then again, I'm confident I'll at least make it to the five-speech round where I'll read the speech in front of a board of teachers alongside four other students. I can't say exactly why.
I mean, compared to the other students submitting speeches, my performance at school has been... mediocre. Like I've mentioned previously on here, though I had the ability to succeed at school, I didn't really ever fully seize it in favor of more personal (but equally intellectually stimulating) pursuits. I'm not talking about personal nuclear reactors or that kind of shit. I'm talking about learning how to write music, learning higher level math just for fun, and learning how to code. All the stuff that never really gets recognized on any transcripts or manuscripts.
And maybe it's hubristic to think that my speech might actually have a touching message when compared to the rest. Honestly, I'm intimidated by the other classmates who've I heard might be submitting speeches. They're all part of Cum Laude and stuff. I never made it into Cum Laude because I foolishly valued studying music more than my GPA. It's not a mistake I regret, though sometimes I do wish I'd discussed it with my Music Theory teacher more.
...okay, so I might be the only one out of the pool of speech writers who's taken that Music Theory class. I suppose I'm extraordinary in that aspect.
But, in the end, what does that really mean? That's not as extraordinary as extraordinary grades or transcripts.
I didn't really put forth all the effort I should've in the rest of my classes.
All these other kids have grades and transcripts superior to mine, grades and transcripts that could've easily been my own had I put in that little bit of extra effort. But, again, I just didn't feel like doing that extra effort when I'd devoted my "extra effort" to my own personal pursuits.
The speeches aren't even judged based on grade history.
For now, I'm assuming they're judged as blindly as possible for qualification into the final round.
That doesn't change the fact that I'm intimidated.
After having written my speech.
It doesn't even matter that I'm intimidated.
...I'm back in that silly little purgatory I was in when I thought it'd be fun to apply to MIT--
I know I'm probably going to get rejected, but now that I've submitted a speech, there's still that glimmer of a chance that it might be accepted.
...and in a weird sort of way, I'm kind of proud to claim that I was rejected from MIT.
Sure, *anyone* can get rejected from MIT... but not everybody does. There's a million people who never tested their chance at getting into MIT.
Likewise, I suppose I'll look back on having submitted a speech, even if it gets rejected, since I'll still be thankful that I submitted a speech instead of living a life of "what if I had...".
So, am I intimidated?
Of course.
Can that intimidation detriment me in any speech-related way right now?
Nope.
It's almost as if the intimidation exists just to mess with me mentally.
Oh well. The final five speeches will be announced next Friday, I believe.
I suppose I've got something to wait for again, then.
From here
to next week.
To hell with what transcripts are supposed to mean.
I had fun.
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Committed.
It felt like I'd never land on anything.
It felt like I'd always be stuck
going back and forth on
which school to attend next year.
I don't fully know why
I finally decided on the one
I picked.
They've got massive support programs
for students like me,
as well as an emphasis on both
the arts and the sciences.
I suppose that's enough justification,
then.
It's hard to imagine that
just four months ago
I had no idea where I'd be
spending the next four years.
But now...
here I am.
Waiting out the rest of senior year
and anticipating the uncertain certain future.
How quickly times change.
...
and I'm also kind of waiting for a letter
I sent to myself
in Animal Crossing.
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