When you're used to being one highway away from a close friend and being able to be there for him or her at all times, moving back home two hours away (Turnpike North to be exact) is a tough adventure.
Times get hard when distance is involved. Two lives that were once practically one are temporarily divided, only connected by communication, which isn't always constant. It's initially a painful and abrupt situation that can drain anyone. Luckily, not everyone must go through this.
But if you do find yourself in this situation, you need to remember that you must loosen the rope that you two are tied by. No longer so close that the extra rope dangles by your legs, the aforementioned "rope" is now taut by distance. But you need to remember that this isn't a game of tug-o-war, you can't keep trying to reel the other in.
Instead, think of it as belaying the rope for the other as he or she mountain climbs. You two need each other. Even though, physically, you aren't close anymore. Sometimes a couple easily understands this..sometimes one can't fully grasp this novel idea. But it's apart of growing pains. Growing pains that will turn into a grown relationship.
Just remember to loosen the rope. But never let it go.
Thursday, June 30, 2011
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Memories
Anyone that has grown up as the youngest in the family has a unique perspective on life and cousins. Growing up (growing up includes the present..aren't we all still growing?), I was the youngest of 4 children, me, my sister, and two of my oldest cousins.
I have so many random memories of our childhood that it feels so great just looking back on them..but the feeling becomes sad when I realize that these memories are buried in the past. Yes, we'll have each other forever, but we all have our own lives now. We don't live a block away from each other anymore. And since my memory is infamously terrible, I'm gonna jot some down here so I'll never forget them. Well here are two fond memories that I shared with Erika, Dom, and Cezar. If I think of more and don't get lazy to write them, I'll make another post.
Blizzard of '96
I think this was the very first blizzard that I been through. I was only 5 at the time, but I have some awesome memories of that time. I remember the snow that my family was shoveling kind of formed a maze..at least it looked like a maze because I was like 3 feet tall! I remember having the time of my life just running through the snow, not being able to see over it, but still having immense fun. No worries.
I also remember that Dom and Cezar built a HUGEEEE snow fort and froze it with water. Considering I was a tiny little human being, to me, this was the most amazing snow palace that I ever encountered. It had little tunnels for me and Erika to run through, windows and turret holes (I think it did, maybe my imagination is running a little wild right now) for us to launch snowballs out of, and it was built on a hill, which made the scene look epic when me and Erika held down the fort while Dom and Cezar attacked us while running up the hill like mad men. This scene right here is probably one of my favorite ones to look back on. :)
The Fart Van
We all went to the same elementary school for maybe a year (?). Dom must've been in 8th grade, Cezar in 7th, Erika was in 3rd, and I think I was in Kindergarten. My mom or their mom would take turns driving all of us to school in the morning, St. John's in Bergenfield, and this fine morning's was my mom's turn.
So we pull up to the 7th and 8th grade building that's separate from the rest of the school. Dom gets out..and Cezar was second..but he was a little hesitant. And out of no where..my mom, Erika, and I all smell a disgusting, putrid scent just wafting in the van. By the time my mom realized who did it and before she could scold him, Cezar slammed the sliding door and was off to class. The bandit made off without any repercussions.
I have so many random memories of our childhood that it feels so great just looking back on them..but the feeling becomes sad when I realize that these memories are buried in the past. Yes, we'll have each other forever, but we all have our own lives now. We don't live a block away from each other anymore. And since my memory is infamously terrible, I'm gonna jot some down here so I'll never forget them. Well here are two fond memories that I shared with Erika, Dom, and Cezar. If I think of more and don't get lazy to write them, I'll make another post.
Blizzard of '96
I think this was the very first blizzard that I been through. I was only 5 at the time, but I have some awesome memories of that time. I remember the snow that my family was shoveling kind of formed a maze..at least it looked like a maze because I was like 3 feet tall! I remember having the time of my life just running through the snow, not being able to see over it, but still having immense fun. No worries.
I also remember that Dom and Cezar built a HUGEEEE snow fort and froze it with water. Considering I was a tiny little human being, to me, this was the most amazing snow palace that I ever encountered. It had little tunnels for me and Erika to run through, windows and turret holes (I think it did, maybe my imagination is running a little wild right now) for us to launch snowballs out of, and it was built on a hill, which made the scene look epic when me and Erika held down the fort while Dom and Cezar attacked us while running up the hill like mad men. This scene right here is probably one of my favorite ones to look back on. :)
The Fart Van
We all went to the same elementary school for maybe a year (?). Dom must've been in 8th grade, Cezar in 7th, Erika was in 3rd, and I think I was in Kindergarten. My mom or their mom would take turns driving all of us to school in the morning, St. John's in Bergenfield, and this fine morning's was my mom's turn.
So we pull up to the 7th and 8th grade building that's separate from the rest of the school. Dom gets out..and Cezar was second..but he was a little hesitant. And out of no where..my mom, Erika, and I all smell a disgusting, putrid scent just wafting in the van. By the time my mom realized who did it and before she could scold him, Cezar slammed the sliding door and was off to class. The bandit made off without any repercussions.
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Random Thoughts: Nets Fans are True to the Game
The New Jersey Nets are a team with a history of such ill fortune that it's almost comical. In my recent memory, I've experienced two trips to the NBA Finals that coincided with the Lakers 3 peat dominance and the Spurs twin towers of David Robinson and Tim Duncan. I've experienced Kenyon Martin, Richard Jefferson, Kerry Kittles, and Jason Kidd get traded away due to a change of ownership. I've experienced the year that the Nets were historically terrible, losing 18 straight games to start the season, an NBA record, and finishing the year at 12-70. Horrendous.
To top it all off, the Nets are moving to Brooklyn in two seasons. The final stage of ownership ripping the hearts out of their fanbase.
Yet true fans remain loyal to the Nets. We've been through too many downs already that it would be foolish to give up on them. We have a new, revolutionary stadium being built for us, a billionaire owner (one of the richest owners, if not THE richest, in ALL of sports), and our next J-Kidd, Deron Williams.
We have a bright future but a dim present, contrasting from the Knicks bright present, and foolish future. If anyone knows me personally, they must know that I absolutely HATE the Knicks. It's so bad that I won't touch anything that has the Knicks' shade of blue and orange.
Let me list some reasons why the Nets future is better than the Knicks:
-We have the two hardest positions to fill set for the future in Deron Williams (PG) and Brook Lopez (C), although Brook plays a little soft for his position.
-Our best player, Deron, is unselfish and posts insanely high assist numbers due to his high basketball IQ and eye behind his head a la Jason Kidd. Compare this to the Knicks' two best players who are primarily scorers and nothing else, Carmelo and Amare. These two need the ball in their hands to be effective, minimizing teamwork which is necessary to win a championship, proven by this year's Mavericks.
-The Nets have significant cap space for the foreseeable future, an ace card for franchises right now since no one knows what the new CBA will look like. We can sign free agents who will be enamored with playing in Brooklyn with an elite talent like Deron Williams while also keeping our draft picks, role players, and starters. Compare this to the Knicks, whose top two players have max contracts which extremely limits the talent that the team can buy to surround them with. As a friend of mine once said, "the Knicks are Carmelo and Amare and the rest are D-League players." Of course this was a little sarcastic, but the Knicks do sport a terrible bench.
-The Nets now have the upperhand with management. I would've given this one to the Knicks had they retained Donnie Walsh, but now, what is going to happen with them? This is the man that turned EVERYTHING around for the franchise. And now he is gone.
-Iman Shumpert. Who?
Done with my rant for now. Just had a random urge to write something.
To top it all off, the Nets are moving to Brooklyn in two seasons. The final stage of ownership ripping the hearts out of their fanbase.
Yet true fans remain loyal to the Nets. We've been through too many downs already that it would be foolish to give up on them. We have a new, revolutionary stadium being built for us, a billionaire owner (one of the richest owners, if not THE richest, in ALL of sports), and our next J-Kidd, Deron Williams.
We have a bright future but a dim present, contrasting from the Knicks bright present, and foolish future. If anyone knows me personally, they must know that I absolutely HATE the Knicks. It's so bad that I won't touch anything that has the Knicks' shade of blue and orange.
Let me list some reasons why the Nets future is better than the Knicks:
-We have the two hardest positions to fill set for the future in Deron Williams (PG) and Brook Lopez (C), although Brook plays a little soft for his position.
-Our best player, Deron, is unselfish and posts insanely high assist numbers due to his high basketball IQ and eye behind his head a la Jason Kidd. Compare this to the Knicks' two best players who are primarily scorers and nothing else, Carmelo and Amare. These two need the ball in their hands to be effective, minimizing teamwork which is necessary to win a championship, proven by this year's Mavericks.
-The Nets have significant cap space for the foreseeable future, an ace card for franchises right now since no one knows what the new CBA will look like. We can sign free agents who will be enamored with playing in Brooklyn with an elite talent like Deron Williams while also keeping our draft picks, role players, and starters. Compare this to the Knicks, whose top two players have max contracts which extremely limits the talent that the team can buy to surround them with. As a friend of mine once said, "the Knicks are Carmelo and Amare and the rest are D-League players." Of course this was a little sarcastic, but the Knicks do sport a terrible bench.
-The Nets now have the upperhand with management. I would've given this one to the Knicks had they retained Donnie Walsh, but now, what is going to happen with them? This is the man that turned EVERYTHING around for the franchise. And now he is gone.
-Iman Shumpert. Who?
Done with my rant for now. Just had a random urge to write something.
No Matter What
The world is a dark place. There is war. There is murder. There are kidnappings. Whether you like it or not, humans live with constant fear of the unknown. People who say, "no fear" can be naive. Because there are always threats on this earth: natural death, illness, environmental catastrophes.
Sometimes one's life can lead to a dark tunnel. You're surrounded by the darkness of hard, trying times. Sometimes, life takes the lemons it has given you, and rots them.
But what that popular quote doesn't include is the fact that life has also given you apples.
The world is a bright place. There is harmony. There is teamwork. There are adoption centers and homeless shelters that society has built to help humanity. People who say, "the world is a dark place" are naive. Because there are always apples on this earth when you're lemons have run out. Apples that are family, lovers, and parents.
Sometimes one's life can lead to a dark tunnel. You're surrounded by the darkness of hard, trying times. But you still have those apples.
In this world of dark and light, there are only a few constants that life has given you. Family will be forever forgiving, no matter what your mistakes are, they will always be there for you. They are a source of eternal happiness, a God-given gold watch: something that will never break or ever go out in style.
Of equal importance is one's significant other. Your lover, partner, hubby, better half, or wife or husband. Something which is called true love (corny, but you know the feeling once you have it). One's love life is a towering, twisting, and troublesome maze. You enter with your significant other. You may get lost, tripped, and separated, yet the couple will always find each other and continue through the maze and finish the journey together.
But of utmost importance are your parents.
Sidenote: I was trying to keep this post objective..yet I couldn't with the topic of parents. I have some things to say.
So, of utmost importance are my parents. Sometimes I wonder how they put up with me. I do a lot of stupid things, I disappoint them numerous times, and..well..I can be a pain in the ass. Recently, I've been putting in 50% effort towards them..sometimes being ignorant towards what they're feeling. Some close friends and family and my girlfriend have pointed that out to me. That I should try harder. That I should be more understanding. That I should be a good son. Let's just say, I entered a dark tunnel for a bit there.
Be grateful for what you have. Sometimes it takes some wandering off into long, dark tunnels in order to understand that there is a light to guide you toward the end. The light that is your parents, family, and loved one is unwavering.
No matter what.
(I know the apples and lemons analogy is really mediocre. I apologize, but it makes sense in my head. Also, "when life gives you lemons, just say 'F*ck the lemons,' and bail.")
Sometimes one's life can lead to a dark tunnel. You're surrounded by the darkness of hard, trying times. Sometimes, life takes the lemons it has given you, and rots them.
But what that popular quote doesn't include is the fact that life has also given you apples.
The world is a bright place. There is harmony. There is teamwork. There are adoption centers and homeless shelters that society has built to help humanity. People who say, "the world is a dark place" are naive. Because there are always apples on this earth when you're lemons have run out. Apples that are family, lovers, and parents.
Sometimes one's life can lead to a dark tunnel. You're surrounded by the darkness of hard, trying times. But you still have those apples.
In this world of dark and light, there are only a few constants that life has given you. Family will be forever forgiving, no matter what your mistakes are, they will always be there for you. They are a source of eternal happiness, a God-given gold watch: something that will never break or ever go out in style.
Of equal importance is one's significant other. Your lover, partner, hubby, better half, or wife or husband. Something which is called true love (corny, but you know the feeling once you have it). One's love life is a towering, twisting, and troublesome maze. You enter with your significant other. You may get lost, tripped, and separated, yet the couple will always find each other and continue through the maze and finish the journey together.
But of utmost importance are your parents.
Sidenote: I was trying to keep this post objective..yet I couldn't with the topic of parents. I have some things to say.
So, of utmost importance are my parents. Sometimes I wonder how they put up with me. I do a lot of stupid things, I disappoint them numerous times, and..well..I can be a pain in the ass. Recently, I've been putting in 50% effort towards them..sometimes being ignorant towards what they're feeling. Some close friends and family and my girlfriend have pointed that out to me. That I should try harder. That I should be more understanding. That I should be a good son. Let's just say, I entered a dark tunnel for a bit there.
Be grateful for what you have. Sometimes it takes some wandering off into long, dark tunnels in order to understand that there is a light to guide you toward the end. The light that is your parents, family, and loved one is unwavering.
No matter what.
(I know the apples and lemons analogy is really mediocre. I apologize, but it makes sense in my head. Also, "when life gives you lemons, just say 'F*ck the lemons,' and bail.")
Thursday, June 16, 2011
Division
Division is taking something that is whole and separating it into different pieces. Division could be very useful; pizza pies can be evenly split, workloads can be tackled by a group or team, and, through miracles, even an entire sea can be split right down the middle. Division is great under certain circumstances.
But sometimes, division is the last thing you want.
A family divided is probably the saddest and one of the most life-numbing experiences one can go through. In this world, where the ultimate meaning of life is unknown (but there are thousands of different theories..that's a topic for another day), you are blessed with a few things in life. Shelter, food, friends, and, most importantly, family. You need to keep loved ones close to you, no matter what the circumstances are.
For a quick sidenote, always, ALWAYS, respect your parents. And if you're parents aren't alive anymore, do them justice, ask yourself if your mom or dad would approve of your actions, and keep their honor.
Brothers and sisters are special: you grow up with them, go through good times of laughter, hard times of anger, yet in the end, they will still be your sibling. They entered the world through the same womb as you did. Sometimes fights can go too far, I've experienced this with my sister before. Tears may be shed, unkind, but mostly unmeant, curse words may be screamed, and in the heat of the moment, hate may take hold. But time simmers heat eventually, and that temporary hate gets over powered by the sibling bond that you share.
Or that's how it's supposed to play out at least. Other factors sometimes take hold.
Greed. Disloyalty. Jealousy.
These driving factors cause the hate to actually increase over time, blinding the siblings into forgetting where they came from. The childhood that they shared, the insane adversity (adversity at levels that I don't believe I could've been successful in) that they battled through, and the beautiful moments of family and love that thrive when there is no animosity between each other.
The siblings also forget that they are adults. That they have children to think of. In a weird plot twist, it isn't unusual that the children (aka the cousins), may act more mature than the adults. It isn't the adults' fault; hate has blinded them so strongly, and unfortunately, weakening one sense doesn't tremendously empower your other senses like in super hero movies. But this is why it is important to learn history in the classrooms, as we are taught to try to learn from past experiences and to avoid having the same disastrous results.
Which is why my sister and I have vowed to never let money, in-laws, or material things get in the way of our relationship.
And why my sister and I remain extremely close to our cousins, despite any family drama that may occur.
The lesson in all this is that you can't forget where you came from and the siblings that you grew up with, the ones who share the same DNA and blood as you. In the end, you are fighting over things that don't matter in the grand scheme of things. If you are religious, do you think there is a greater chance of you getting into Heaven if God sees that you have more money than some one else? Do you value your brothers and sisters, or can you live without talking to them for months, possibly years, at a time?
But most importantly, do you ever think of your parents? Would they approve of this? You really gotta ask yourself this and do some self-analysis.
Please just keep an open mind towards others, and learn how to forgive and move on.
Thanks.
Erick Julian
But sometimes, division is the last thing you want.
A family divided is probably the saddest and one of the most life-numbing experiences one can go through. In this world, where the ultimate meaning of life is unknown (but there are thousands of different theories..that's a topic for another day), you are blessed with a few things in life. Shelter, food, friends, and, most importantly, family. You need to keep loved ones close to you, no matter what the circumstances are.
For a quick sidenote, always, ALWAYS, respect your parents. And if you're parents aren't alive anymore, do them justice, ask yourself if your mom or dad would approve of your actions, and keep their honor.
Brothers and sisters are special: you grow up with them, go through good times of laughter, hard times of anger, yet in the end, they will still be your sibling. They entered the world through the same womb as you did. Sometimes fights can go too far, I've experienced this with my sister before. Tears may be shed, unkind, but mostly unmeant, curse words may be screamed, and in the heat of the moment, hate may take hold. But time simmers heat eventually, and that temporary hate gets over powered by the sibling bond that you share.
Or that's how it's supposed to play out at least. Other factors sometimes take hold.
Greed. Disloyalty. Jealousy.
These driving factors cause the hate to actually increase over time, blinding the siblings into forgetting where they came from. The childhood that they shared, the insane adversity (adversity at levels that I don't believe I could've been successful in) that they battled through, and the beautiful moments of family and love that thrive when there is no animosity between each other.
The siblings also forget that they are adults. That they have children to think of. In a weird plot twist, it isn't unusual that the children (aka the cousins), may act more mature than the adults. It isn't the adults' fault; hate has blinded them so strongly, and unfortunately, weakening one sense doesn't tremendously empower your other senses like in super hero movies. But this is why it is important to learn history in the classrooms, as we are taught to try to learn from past experiences and to avoid having the same disastrous results.
Which is why my sister and I have vowed to never let money, in-laws, or material things get in the way of our relationship.
And why my sister and I remain extremely close to our cousins, despite any family drama that may occur.
The lesson in all this is that you can't forget where you came from and the siblings that you grew up with, the ones who share the same DNA and blood as you. In the end, you are fighting over things that don't matter in the grand scheme of things. If you are religious, do you think there is a greater chance of you getting into Heaven if God sees that you have more money than some one else? Do you value your brothers and sisters, or can you live without talking to them for months, possibly years, at a time?
But most importantly, do you ever think of your parents? Would they approve of this? You really gotta ask yourself this and do some self-analysis.
Please just keep an open mind towards others, and learn how to forgive and move on.
Thanks.
Erick Julian
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Random Thoughts: The Art of Pickup Basketball
Pick-up basketball (a game of 5 on 5, where players sometimes "pick up" other players to form a squad) is a setting that can be likened to a brawl, fight, or even a battle royale. Minus the punching and hurting others purposefully. It's similar to these violent clashes in that it pits your crew, versus some one else's. Your friends versus another group of friends. It's a battle for pride.
First off, you can understand who has your back. If you go to a court alone and join a team full of strangers who don't know each other, it's likely that there will be one person who hogs the ball or takes too many shots. It's possible that you get lost in the shuffle, as the players on your team would have no idea what your skillset is. But hey, that's part of the fun sometimes. Proving your worth to people on the basketball court.
In my opinion, though, the best way to play is with your friends. Everyone knows their roles, what everyone else is capable of, and best of all, that people will be supportive or will openly criticize (positively) your actions. You could miss all your shots in one game but still have confidence as your teammates will urge you to keep taking shot they know you can make.
Second, when you play with friends who know every move in your arsenal, chemistry is built. I can't tell you how many times my squad has won when the other team may have some better players, solely because our team chemistry is too much for the other team. Just as the Mavericks proved in these NBA Playoffs, a team that plays like a team will always prevail.
But lastly, the best part of any pick-up game is the outcome. The end score. When the score limit of 11, 16, or 21 is reached by one team. When some one makes that game winning shot, one of two things can take place. Either the person unleashes all the pent up emotion that built up during the game and lets out a scream (I've seen players jump into their teammates as if they won a championship..relax now), or the person simply pumps his fist, and acts like he's been there before. The second action seems to be the most common, as one unspoken rule of pick up is to be respectful..but that's not always followed.
Pick-up basketball is more than the words that I've written here. There is so much raw emotion, anger, fury, and madness that could happen on the court, especially under the summer sun. There is also calm, level-headedness, and collectivity that also could take place, and that's when the game is at its best.
First off, you can understand who has your back. If you go to a court alone and join a team full of strangers who don't know each other, it's likely that there will be one person who hogs the ball or takes too many shots. It's possible that you get lost in the shuffle, as the players on your team would have no idea what your skillset is. But hey, that's part of the fun sometimes. Proving your worth to people on the basketball court.
In my opinion, though, the best way to play is with your friends. Everyone knows their roles, what everyone else is capable of, and best of all, that people will be supportive or will openly criticize (positively) your actions. You could miss all your shots in one game but still have confidence as your teammates will urge you to keep taking shot they know you can make.
Second, when you play with friends who know every move in your arsenal, chemistry is built. I can't tell you how many times my squad has won when the other team may have some better players, solely because our team chemistry is too much for the other team. Just as the Mavericks proved in these NBA Playoffs, a team that plays like a team will always prevail.
But lastly, the best part of any pick-up game is the outcome. The end score. When the score limit of 11, 16, or 21 is reached by one team. When some one makes that game winning shot, one of two things can take place. Either the person unleashes all the pent up emotion that built up during the game and lets out a scream (I've seen players jump into their teammates as if they won a championship..relax now), or the person simply pumps his fist, and acts like he's been there before. The second action seems to be the most common, as one unspoken rule of pick up is to be respectful..but that's not always followed.
Pick-up basketball is more than the words that I've written here. There is so much raw emotion, anger, fury, and madness that could happen on the court, especially under the summer sun. There is also calm, level-headedness, and collectivity that also could take place, and that's when the game is at its best.
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
My Epiphany
I was sitting in the back of my 3:30 class, as I did every Tuesday. I was jotting down notes as well as I could..or as well as I thought I could. The professor was lecturing to a class of about 30 college students, all of whom seemed to understand everything she was saying. Everyone except for me that is. This class was pretty important. Maybe even..major. (See what I did there? Oh yeah, I was an accounting major less than 50 days ago.)
This was Intermediate Accounting.
This class was known for being the top of the mountain for accounting classes. Except when you reach the top, you look up and realize God built another mountain on TOP of said mountain. One of my advisors once asked me how I was doing in this class. I said I was doing "okay." And he said, "great! It's all uphill from here!"
Now maybe you understand the importance of this class. Let's go back to that 3:30 class on Tuesday:
I stopped taking my notes. I realized..what the hell am I writing these notes down for? I don't understand any of this. I sat back in my chair. Scanned the room. Looked at the people around me and searched for an answer inside my cloudy brain. I didn't know why I was there. First of all, I hate numbers. I hate math. I hate crunching numbers. I hate math. I hate doing equations and memorizing them. Also, I hate math.
Second of all, I never really put that much effort when I was deciding my major. Both my parents are accountants. Hell, even my sister is an accountant! My whole life, I was surrounded by that environment, imagine that. When it came time to choose my major, the choice seemed easy. My parentals never pressured me, but it just seemed like the path my life was destined for. Ha, looks like destiny belongs in movies and this year's NBA Finals.
Time to fast forward in the interest of time. It took about a month of thinking, questioning myself, listening to others' opinions, and, best of all, getting excited. My plan was to switch my major to English, something I LOVED studying, while pursuing a track in Pre-Law.
Let me tell you now. This is the first time, EVER, in my life that I've been excited about any sort of education. I'm motivated like never before. I say that in complete honesty.
I've given you the start and end of my epiphany and choice to change majors. The real fun is when I reminisce about some heart to hearts I've had with multiple people about this subject. Please check back again.
And thank you for reading.
Erick Julian
This was Intermediate Accounting.
This class was known for being the top of the mountain for accounting classes. Except when you reach the top, you look up and realize God built another mountain on TOP of said mountain. One of my advisors once asked me how I was doing in this class. I said I was doing "okay." And he said, "great! It's all uphill from here!"
Now maybe you understand the importance of this class. Let's go back to that 3:30 class on Tuesday:
I stopped taking my notes. I realized..what the hell am I writing these notes down for? I don't understand any of this. I sat back in my chair. Scanned the room. Looked at the people around me and searched for an answer inside my cloudy brain. I didn't know why I was there. First of all, I hate numbers. I hate math. I hate crunching numbers. I hate math. I hate doing equations and memorizing them. Also, I hate math.
Second of all, I never really put that much effort when I was deciding my major. Both my parents are accountants. Hell, even my sister is an accountant! My whole life, I was surrounded by that environment, imagine that. When it came time to choose my major, the choice seemed easy. My parentals never pressured me, but it just seemed like the path my life was destined for. Ha, looks like destiny belongs in movies and this year's NBA Finals.
Time to fast forward in the interest of time. It took about a month of thinking, questioning myself, listening to others' opinions, and, best of all, getting excited. My plan was to switch my major to English, something I LOVED studying, while pursuing a track in Pre-Law.
Let me tell you now. This is the first time, EVER, in my life that I've been excited about any sort of education. I'm motivated like never before. I say that in complete honesty.
I've given you the start and end of my epiphany and choice to change majors. The real fun is when I reminisce about some heart to hearts I've had with multiple people about this subject. Please check back again.
And thank you for reading.
Erick Julian
Fresh Start
Hi and welcome to my first ever blog post on blogspot. I've always wanted a page that I could make mature and serious posts, unlike my tumblr (that I barely use) and nothing like Facebook (which I constantly check hourly, if not minute-ly. Truly a bad habit.).
The name of my blog is "Please and Thank You." I believe that one should always go out of his way to be nice to some one else. It's so easy and so quick..and that one action can make some one smile, feel thankful, or even want to pass along that small gesture. Don't call it chivalry, call it "being a decent human being."
To (crappily) quote the scholarly video game (oxymoron) L.A. Noire, "I'm not trying to save the world, just doing what I can to make it a little bit better." Those aren't the exact words, but it's something along those lines. If people follow that simple sentence and try to live up to it, isn't saying "Please and Thank You" a complete necessity?
My blog doesn't always have good deeds as topics..my life has way too many struggles for me to do that. If you find my writings interesting, please keep reading or maybe even leave a comment (!). But if you read my novice words and truthful thoughts, yet deem them unsatisfactory for yourself, thank you for giving me a shot and carry on with your life.
Because I'll carry on too.
Erick Julian
The name of my blog is "Please and Thank You." I believe that one should always go out of his way to be nice to some one else. It's so easy and so quick..and that one action can make some one smile, feel thankful, or even want to pass along that small gesture. Don't call it chivalry, call it "being a decent human being."
To (crappily) quote the scholarly video game (oxymoron) L.A. Noire, "I'm not trying to save the world, just doing what I can to make it a little bit better." Those aren't the exact words, but it's something along those lines. If people follow that simple sentence and try to live up to it, isn't saying "Please and Thank You" a complete necessity?
My blog doesn't always have good deeds as topics..my life has way too many struggles for me to do that. If you find my writings interesting, please keep reading or maybe even leave a comment (!). But if you read my novice words and truthful thoughts, yet deem them unsatisfactory for yourself, thank you for giving me a shot and carry on with your life.
Because I'll carry on too.
Erick Julian
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