Μοι δοκεῖ γράφειν

μοι δοκεῖ γράφειν. 

It seems best to me to write. 

I am a student: a term so often used and thrown around; a term encompassing of several types of people. On my daily walk to class I pass people of all economic, ethnic, social, and party social backgrounds. I am surrounded by a group of people, who by virtue of their age are often categorized as aloof and irresponsible. It is a difficult stereotype to break. Without a doubt, the vast majority of Penn State students enjoy to party and have fun. But every single person here is here to learn.

And they may not even know it.

Whether or not we stick to the books, or attend every class, or even do a single assignment, it is impossible to escape a lesson. 

How does mom keep the white laundry so white?

How do you deal with finances?

How do you stay healthy, and then what medicine do you buy?

And these are only a few of the things answered your first year. 

Now, I am ending my second year in the glass tower of university life. Looking out from up high, I see a vast expanse of possibility, but am stunted by my own fear of what's out there. 

And this is the question I need to answer now: What next?

And for this reason, it seems best for me to write. I want to hear my friend's and family's opinions. There is no question that at times I get preachy, but I hope you will find this to be an opportunity to tell me why I am wrong.

Because, after all, life is about learning, even when you don't expect it.