This past August, I wanted to write a really good article about the Olympics, because I spent two weeks of my life watching it. I wanted to discuss the excitement, pride and dedication that goes into becoming an Olympian, for those who win gold and for those who make history, like Sarah Attar from Saudi Arabia. I wanted to write about gaining appreciation for little-known sports and for various nations and cultures. To sum up my experience in one sentence: I was inspired. Yeah, I know, nothing special or original about that statement. However, it’s true. The athletes didn’t just inspire me to work out or be healthy. They inspired me to work hard and to maintain my focus. They reminded me of the success that is found when you train hard for something you believe in. And that got me really excited about sophomore year.
The 2012 Olympics ended my first summer home from college. Last year, one of my professors told us that this summer would be very different from any summer we’d ever had before. She was right. I not only learned more about myself this past year, I also saw how much I have grown. I began to recall a part of Nelson Mandela’s autobiography, A Long Walk to Freedom where he wrote: “There is nothing like returning to a place that remains unchanged to find ways in which you yourself have altered.” That proved very true this summer as I returned to my home, my tiny town and peaceful abode away from college life. I realized how much I like people, and independence, and working. I realized I have ideas, thoughts, wit and laughter that other people appreciate. I realized that I must protect my ambition and my dreams if I want to find success.
During the fall semester I kept my academic plan close to heart and made a lot of changes in my study habits. Since completing the fall semester, I am proud to say this is my best academic semester so far, and I am excited about the spring (although I’m enjoying my time at home). God has blessed me with the best roommate I could ask for, a great dorm community, wonderful friends, and a supportive family. I could not go after my dreams without them. They encourage me, hold me accountable, and most of all, make my life exciting and fun to live. I’m very thankful for all of them.
Chasing a dream is not an easy journey because you often feel like you are behind and running out of time. However, when you catch the dream and hold it in your hand, there is no greater sense of satisfaction. I’m fighting for my dreams and keeping the faith that they will all come true, striving for excellence, one focused day at a time. Regardless of what your dream is, don’t give up on it.
For now, I have some time on my hands, time to read books, write blog posts, enjoy my family, and get ready for the second half of this year. Time flies when you’re busy and before you know it, I will be halfway through college. Whoa! Now that’s something to think about.