5Cm/Sec

Yay, back on Tumblr again. I’m motivated after remembering sophomore year, staying up at 4-5am every night just cuz, having silent raves with roommate, staring at the screen but mind elsewhere, tired but in a trance. 

Only this time, there are people waiting for me tomorrow. 

Two years ago around Spring, I received a camera with two lens. Pretty snazzy camera. I took to Japan, and it was wonderful. After that…I don’t know. Whatever happened to my great dream of being an amateur photographer? 

Along with that kind of nostalgic feeling is, what has happened to my four years at the university? I’m sure a lot has, I just don’t have most of it documented for some reason.

So my ambitious plan: to the best of my ability, document every day’s or week’s experience as best I can. Will this last? Doubtful, but it couldn’t hurt to try.

Ah, and freshman chanting outside. I found out sometime during my four years here that I tend to gravitate toward mass excitement, even though sometimes my nature is to exclude myself from things. Makes me want to be a freshman again. 

Why don’t seniors get something like what the freshman get? It’s ironic that freshman get a celebration at the beginning, but upper class men don’t get anything until graduation.

Come on. Stanford, rectify this. That or you’ll have to rely on ASSU, which at this point has only built up momentum but not taken any steps forward. 

I realize that for most of this summer, I’ve been in sleeper mode, that somehow, even though I’m still a student, I’ve been sucked into the corporate world’s way of working and way of life, and that for much of summer I’ve just done something only semi-inspiring. 

It’s like when I talk about what I’m working on or what I’m doing, I’m not really saying it with passion. And even though at work, I have all these amazing resources and people, I’ve somehow done subpar work by my standards.

I really wish that some of the things I’m imagining can actually come to life. I feel like so close to being able to realize them, and yet I’m so far. Who knows when I’ll find something I can really latch onto. I just need that one piece of real inspiration.

While I admittedly didn’t have an unforgettable experience during high school, there are images that are just embedded into my mind. Especially for Fall, starting a new year, and just generally not knowing exactly what to expect with life.

Ah Fieldston…you and your rich, somewhat misguided ways.

Just wondering what if I didn’t have the people surrounding me like I did. I would be different no doubt, but what would I have been like? And if so, how much am I the product of the people surrounding me?