Apparently, to become a member of the civil service in some period of China's history, you had to know I think Confucian philosophy. This includes things like the definition of knowlege as knowing that you know what you know, and knowing that you don't know what you don't know.
So here's a short list of my knowlege.
I know that I'm going to college next year.
I don't know where exactly that will be.
I don't know where I'm going to apply for sure.
I know that whatever school I do apply to will have an engineering program.
I know that I get way too distracted by shiny things.
I don't know why I'm not sure about doing engineering.
I don't know what my senior quote is going to be, and this worries me, because I don't want to be skinned by the yearbook staff. 'Lena, please don't skin me.
I don't know what I'm doing now, at 12:01 on a Thursday night, trying to catalog what I don't know and what I do.
But I do, maybe: I'm stuck in mental limbo, not wanting to think about next year too hard, because that would make it real. In some ways, I think I'm looking for a college that's just like RCHS, and I'm not going to find it. I'm not going to be able to foist this choice off on someone else. I have to figure it out myself, because I'm the only one who can know what's best for me.
I know that's still some of the best advice I've ever gotten.
I know that next year doesn't matter so much, because it's always possible to change.
I know that knowing and believing are two very different things.
I know that I'm tired and I'm going to bed. I don't know why I still bother to blog.
So here's a short list of my knowlege.
I know that I'm going to college next year.
I don't know where exactly that will be.
I don't know where I'm going to apply for sure.
I know that whatever school I do apply to will have an engineering program.
I know that I get way too distracted by shiny things.
I don't know why I'm not sure about doing engineering.
I don't know what my senior quote is going to be, and this worries me, because I don't want to be skinned by the yearbook staff. 'Lena, please don't skin me.
I don't know what I'm doing now, at 12:01 on a Thursday night, trying to catalog what I don't know and what I do.
But I do, maybe: I'm stuck in mental limbo, not wanting to think about next year too hard, because that would make it real. In some ways, I think I'm looking for a college that's just like RCHS, and I'm not going to find it. I'm not going to be able to foist this choice off on someone else. I have to figure it out myself, because I'm the only one who can know what's best for me.
I know that's still some of the best advice I've ever gotten.
I know that next year doesn't matter so much, because it's always possible to change.
I know that knowing and believing are two very different things.
I know that I'm tired and I'm going to bed. I don't know why I still bother to blog.