So I started what I came here to do, school. I think I preferred teaching 
) I like all my classes save one, research methods. It doesn’t help that the class is on my longest day (3:30am-9:30pm). Oh yeah, did I mention that I work merchandising at Borders on Tuesdays? I put all the good stuff out for y’all. I actually love doing it and have recently been told to apply for the merch supervisor position. Nothing to who ha or anything. I also have to become a part-time reporter for one of my classes and get six stories published in the paper in a 9 week period.
My grad program is extremely small, as in 10 people. I keep thinking to myself, why did they pick me out of the 80 applicants? Most of the others are in the 36-hour program and have had jobs in the industry. But I guess I have potential.
Unfortunately I get jealous over other people’s potential. It kills me when someone is so great at something and claims they have nothing to offer. They treat their talents as if they mean little. Maybe it’s because I wish I had an ounce of that talent and that I could do something with original and amazing. Oh well, I keep hoping whatever it is for me will present itself.
There you go, comparing yourself to others again. You’ve got to stop doing that.