I’m writing this from atop a mound of dirt on the side of the I-215 beltway overlooking the Las Vegas valley, brightly lit as always, and accompanied by a nearly full moon. I’m listening to BT’s This Binary Universe, and remembering the tranquil swim I took at dusk under a purple and orange sky. Tonight is simply beautiful.
By the end of my sophomore year in high school, I was almost ready to leave A-Tech because I was so overwhelmed with work. Retrospectively, that year was the hardest for me in high school. I had yet to make a lot of friends, and school work was excessive.
The same goes for this last semester. It kicked my ass.
Nothing could start a semester better than being broken up with over a completely nonsense reason after an entire month of being apart. And this was the relationship that was supposed to be the serious, long-term one I was looking for.
Follow that by another pseudo-sorta breakup with a girl I met two weeks later. I haven’t been with anyone since.
The work I associate myself with at NAZ Today kept me consistently busy this semester. I’ve become a key decision maker now, and with that responsibility comes a lot of duty. At some points during the last four months, though, the timing wasn’t always good. For example, the weekend I wrote the Wal-Mart fire and Pillow Fight articles I had a lot of other work to finish, but because at least one of them was important breaking news, I had to get out there and cover it.
I chose bad times to take on freelance projects too. During the busiest times of the year, I said yes to several different parties who wanted to hire me. Thankfully, I was able to pull off the gigs but not without loads of stress.
One of my media classes, which I thought was going to be the easiest of the five I took this semester, turned out to be the most work. It was Dr. Kurt Lancaster’s EMF 225 class, which focuses on learning how to shoot, light, and edit. But he took it beyond the basics and also taught us how to actually make a film.
He hosted a year-end party at his house a couple of weeks ago. He explained that he knows that his classes are stupidly hard, but it’s for a good reason. A good ass kicking is necessary to learn. That is completely true.
That’s all I experienced this semester was ass kicking; the bad times vastly outweighed the good.
Two breakups. Stress. Work. Tension. Being uninspired. Hatred.
One thing led to another, and by the middle of last month, I had an emotional meltdown. I couldn’t handle anything anymore. I hated everyone and everything they did, including my best friends, and especially my recent ex girlfriends. I believe they were the catalysts instilling my hatred for everything. After them, I covered my emotions with work, and, because of too much work, I went nuts.
But after that revelation, after classes ended, after I finished my last freelance project, and after NAZ Today wound down for the year, I took a step back and realized just how amazing life really is.
I have great friends. I have fantastic resources and a positive outlook. All because my ass was kicked repeatedly for four months straight. Now I can only imagine what it feels like after being literally beaten instead of emotionally… Hell yeah Fight Club.
I’ve noticed the moon is rising instead of falling.