One Little Paragraph Means the World to Me

{senior year of high school}

I actually planned out my posts for February. Whether I stick with it is a totally different story. But the topics are there if I need them.

They had a theme, a common thread that ran through all of them, that I thought might pull the month together nicely. February is, after all, the month in which Valentine's Day resides, so I thought I'd do a little something related to 'love' or warm, fuzzy feelings every day. I had something for today. I forgot what it was now, but it was scheduled. And then something happened. And I realized that sometimes the best things aren't planned. Sometimes it's the spontaneous little things that really make your heart happy and make you feel loved.

There are different kinds of love. I've been most blessed with the friendship type. And just to prove it and demonstrate what kind of awesome and wonderful my friends really are, I thought I'd share a link that means the world to me.

This is what was posted on my wall today.*

Reading it makes me smile. It makes my eyes water and it makes my nose run. But they're happy tears. Because I know I am loved.

You see, I read the article and had a 99% feeling that that comm major was me. Then I got the post on my wall with the link back to the article and I knew it was me.

Choosing to be a Communications major normally wouldn't be such a bad thing. But when you take into account the fact that I'm Asian, so like it or not people think I should be going to medical/law school after college, it makes life about three times more difficult. Because what Debrr says is true. I do get a lot of "What're you going to do with that?" and "Why?" questions that aren't really fun to answer. And every time I'm asked these, I do feel hurt. Because it's like they're saying I'm not good enough or I'm not smart enough to make it as a doctor/lawyer/engineer/biochemist.

The fact that Debrr has spent the time, effort, and energy to listen when I get frustrated with people questioning my choice of major and actually gets it and understands what it is that makes those questions so hurtful means more than you could know. She's put into words my emotions and I can tell you even I have problems doing that most of the time.

The rest of her article is equally amazing. And I agree wholeheartedly with everything she's written there. Well, I have to sub in UCLA for Cornell, but you know what I mean. I love what I've chosen. I've made my choices and I don't regret them at all. Yeah, things were a little up-in-the-air and unsteady for a while, but that's what college is. It's figuring out life and what you want to do with it. It's learning from mistakes and sharing your knowledge with others. It's exploring yourself and coming out with a better understanding of who you are and what you believe in.

I'm grateful that I've had the opportunity to come to college and live out these life lessons. But I'm also extremely thankful for friends who care enough to get it. I adored Debrr like no other before, but it puts my heart in my throat to think that I'm thought of from almost 2700 miles away.

Love you, Debrr dear.

Thank you.

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* I'd copy-paste the article here, so you wouldn't have to click on links and things, but I don't think Cornell would like that very much...