The Great Gatsby - F. Scott Fitzgerald
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“These years don’t come back, Seo Hyun ah.” My dad murmured. Seo Hyun is my name at home. Seo Hyun is what my immediate family refers to me as.
Those words linger in the air long after the conversation. I know I can do well in college if I wanted to, but I don’t want to. A place that starts of cheery and exciting, that gradually wears away into more of a prison with nothing else other than kissing my ass to professors who don’t give a shit about what kind of mental torment we go through to earn satisfactory scores, the scores that get calculated into our GPAs, the GPA that determines my ROTC scholarship and the fate of my 4 year college career. Let me tell you, I’m quite done with what friends and family are telling me to do. It’s my life, and I know what I want. Just give me a chance to prove myself.
Hear this or not, as you will. Learn it now, or later — the world has time. Routine, repetition, tedium, monotony, ephemeracy, inconsequence, abstraction, disorder, boredom, angst, ennui — these are the true hero’s enemies, and make no mistake, they are fearsome indeed. For they are real.
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| — | David Foster Wallace, The Pale King (via deathbystiricide) |
