Four years of details
Thirteen days (almost fourteen, considering the current time) have passed since my last post. In the past thirteen days, a lot has happened. I’d rather not discuss the specifics here, but recent events and observations have inspired this post, which comes first in a line of many more to come, barring any more unforeseen circumstances.
Tonight, I was reading through Twitter (an event that’s become the norm for me in recent years) and remembered about this gem. Naturally, I put my @ handle in the box and was greeted by my first tweet. “I’m new here.” In 2013, I wasn’t exactly the most creative person, and I’m not saying anything different about myself in 2017. The strangest thing about looking at this tweet was just how different everything was on the date stamped on it.
In ninth grade, just as I do now, I probably thought school was hard. I had yet to make it to high school — an unfortunate consequence of my high school starting in tenth grade. My biggest concern was my civics/economics class. In my first semester of college, I took American government and macroeconomics, which is an interesting parallel that I totally noticed just now.
In ninth grade, I leaned a little conservative, both in personality and in politics. I might still be able to claim the former, but the latter… well, no. Admittedly, I’ve always been fairly liberal when social policy is concerned, but my economic stances leaned conservative until quite some time after my aforementioned civics class. I’ve been interested in politics since that class, but I didn’t expect to find myself on the side of the aisle I am now.
In ninth grade, I was the type of person who valued proper grammar over everything. As a freshman in college, my tweets are an English disaster at times.
In ninth grade, I had no clue what I wanted to do after high school. Tonight, I’m sitting in my dorm room at the University of Arkansas typing this up during a break for the night. I’m an electrical engineering student with interests in renewable energy and nanotechnology, and I’m jumping into the foray of politics so I can, perhaps, run for office one day. I know what I want to do — well, sort of.
In ninth grade, I didn’t know many of the friends that I talked to mere hours ago. On the flip side, I’ve lost friends since then, too.
The progression of things in the past four years seems surreal. Junior high school has turned into college, physics and chemistry to… er, harder physics and chemistry, and so on. When I look back at old news and photos, I think to myself just how different things were four years ago, and I consider the fact that I haven’t really thought about the big picture until now.
Alone, these observations don’t seem like much. Together, they’re overwhelming. Looking into the not-so-distant past is disorienting. Things that seemed like drops in a bucket at the time turned out to be integral to the future that my ninth-grade self is living in today. Let this serve as a reminder not to overlook the details.