‘It’s highschool, it’s bullshit’ – An Enlightening Attitude?

I never would’ve expected something like that to enlighten me in any way.

Countless people have told me that the key to success in the world is a good attitude. Great. Thats easy. I just start to love my work and…whabam! Miracles.

However…

Sometimes repeating “I love work, I love work. I love work” doesn’t work. Sometimes work doesn’t give that love back. So, sometimes it takes a completely unconventional approach to kickstart that work into behaving itself.

I went out on a fragile limb – revisited my old attitude: Studying is a ‘waste of time’ and there are better ways to learn. As soon as I began to realize (again) that studying isn’t worth the time I put into it – I began to look for ways to speed up how I do school-related anything.

I was led to a site on holistic learning – it helps you to understand concepts better by linking them to things you already know.

This what I discovered via thinking it’s highschool, it’s bullshit, you’re missing out on life, fix it now.

Holistic Learning

But never say die.

So thats how I realized that you need to recognize that there is a problem before you can really solve it. Until you see that something is not right, it will keep getting worse.

An artist – blindfolded – painting a picture of a red rose in green paint will not remix the paint to fix his mistake. Take off the blindfold – make him aware that he’s got the wrong color – and he can turn the rose to red in no time.

To have an A, or not to have an A? To be, or not to be? They’re similar questions

blog.penelope something wrote a fairly enlightening article.

Generally, she regrets being studious – your marks are not what bring you the ultimate payoff for your work.

And that got me thinking about my outrageous mission to bring my average in school from a 69% to a 90%. Impressive, right? Trying to do is was sucking the life out of me, though. I literally can’t relax until everything that is ‘a priority’ is done, off my mind, out of the house, into the bin, flushed in the loo – anywhere but on my desk.

I thought I had all the right reasons – good marks = good college = good education = good job = good life.

While I do believe that it’s really important to have a life and spend time with friends – I know that I’m happier doing so when I have my pockets stuffed with some accomplishments. I like to put my best effort into all the work that I do – it’s my way of contributing to this planet. And nothing in the world, I can tell you with absolute conviction, feels better than knowing you’re contributing. When you’re contributing, it means you’re worth something. The worst feeling in the world is the feeling of worthlessness, and the best way to get that feeling is to be worthless and not contribute. It doesn’t matter if it’s for school or for my grandparent’s uncle, ‘You reap what you sow’. You sow what you want to reap. I sow what I’d like to reap. Sow I work hard. Ah ha ha…Sowry for that awful pun. Want to read a story about it? Go on. Everyone can use a little bedtime sowy. Holy shit, puns are coming out of me like diareah. And, as we’re speaking of shit…I feel like that whole concept is so unoriginal and preachy. I’m behacing like your coorporate junkie father right now, and I apologize. That was not my place.

If any of that was at all enlightening, tell me and I’ll feel better. And if any of that was downright obvious, tell me and I’ll be better.

Back on topic. I can acreddit lots of this thinking to the likes of Earl Nightengale, Zig Ziglar, all the bits about work ethic to Chris Rock and Conan O’brien.

I did bring up my marks. I average about 87-90%. I do spent hours at home in bed getting cozy with those raunchy, ratty ‘Published: 1980′ Nelson textbooks, and I do occassionally take baths if I make it that far down my ‘Priorities’ list. Sometimes, but only if I’m feeling daring, I might excersize. And if things are really out of hand, I call up me ol’ folks and do some baking. Watching T.V. makes me uncomfortable. Playing videogames is about as relaxing as sitting on a pincushion. God help me. But I feel better now than I ever did last year, when the reverse was true.

Laziest clump of cheese to workaholic tornado – In 3 months.

Earlier I had an epiphany in ballet class. To my (unexpressed) astonishment, I realized that taking a year to reach a goal that should have taken me a number of months at most taught me a few things.

Will go into detail sooner than later. I’m under-read for my age but I do know this without a doubt:

Later always means never.