My driving record proclaims that I've been on the road for six years, I contend that I learned to drive long before that-- even before I could reach the pedals. The lessons started at the tender age of 10 months with the general rules of footwork; precaution and speed limits followed a few years later. A fairly liberal amount of steering took place early at 9 or 10 and continued for several years. Basic rules of checking your rear view mirror and changing lanes were simultaneously added for good measure at 15. At 18, I was granted the ability to choose my destination, I've been on the road ever since.
At 14, I always knew that I wanted to go to UCLA.The great thing for me was that I had a pretty strong support system that allowed me to make that happen. The many teachers (my parents, siblings, close friends) did a great job with outlining the many hypothetical situations that happen. Aside from just listening to what they would say, absorbing and creating a decision based on all this information helped me on my journey to UCLA.
At UCLA, I was to learn how it was to steer the wheel independently, making my own mistakes and learning how to pick myself up after my misjudgments. I did a good job at keeping an open mind and open heart so as not to miss out on anything
I've since graduated UCLA and I've been driving down the road frequently traveled and found myself in a traffic jam. Playing follow the leader was never a game that I enjoyed as a child, unless of course I was the leader, I don't know when I decided it was okay to play it. Anyhow, I find myself in bumper to bumper traffic on the 405, kind of frustrated, but still determined, I've decided to take the next exit.
Even with all the training in the world, deciding on where to take your vehicle is never a simple. Perhaps this blog served as a distraction from reaching my potential elsewhere. I don't think it helps with the postgraduate delirium but I think I've come to the conclusion that this will most likely be my last posting.
Of course, if I ever get the urge to express my thoughts, I won't stop myself from posting on this blog.
Thanks for reading,
-m
At 14, I always knew that I wanted to go to UCLA.The great thing for me was that I had a pretty strong support system that allowed me to make that happen. The many teachers (my parents, siblings, close friends) did a great job with outlining the many hypothetical situations that happen. Aside from just listening to what they would say, absorbing and creating a decision based on all this information helped me on my journey to UCLA.
At UCLA, I was to learn how it was to steer the wheel independently, making my own mistakes and learning how to pick myself up after my misjudgments. I did a good job at keeping an open mind and open heart so as not to miss out on anything
I've since graduated UCLA and I've been driving down the road frequently traveled and found myself in a traffic jam. Playing follow the leader was never a game that I enjoyed as a child, unless of course I was the leader, I don't know when I decided it was okay to play it. Anyhow, I find myself in bumper to bumper traffic on the 405, kind of frustrated, but still determined, I've decided to take the next exit.
Even with all the training in the world, deciding on where to take your vehicle is never a simple. Perhaps this blog served as a distraction from reaching my potential elsewhere. I don't think it helps with the postgraduate delirium but I think I've come to the conclusion that this will most likely be my last posting.
Of course, if I ever get the urge to express my thoughts, I won't stop myself from posting on this blog.
Thanks for reading,
-m
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