The last day of class was today. Only one more semester! I will miss it, to a certain extent, but I've always felt a little held back by Baylor: the culture here, the sheltered conservatism, the wealth. Not that there's anything wrong with those things in their own right—only that the down-to-earthness and level of what I term social maturity is much the same as in high school for many of the students I have observed. And I observe like a hawk, let me tell you. Not in a nosey, stalker-like way mind you. But it is more than apparent when people are obviously only willing to let so much of their personality out in full view of the world—though I will readily admit to occasionally harboring such a dasterdly habit—that the real "they" as nice as they might appear, remains shrowded in mystery—saved—perhaps, for a few close friends or their significant other. Insecurity, if you will, that isn't dealt with until after college.
There is nothing wrong with this on the surface, I shouldn't think, but underneath and in the longterm, this poses some difficult—and one in particular—questions about how one will emerge out of the warm, fuzzy environment of college and enter a world where being open, easy going, and willing to branch out gets you places. I've heard the stories, of course, to support this claim. Each year, potentially hundreds of popular (and unpopular), well-liked graduates of this school cautiously enter the "real" world. The real world, is, unfortunately, full of swearing, vulgar joking, drinking and everything else under the son, including, rather stupidly, the propensity of early-twenty-somethings to go to bars to find a good girl or a good man. This I simply do not understand, and is something to which I will adapt, but as a rule avoid.
So there's some thoughts for today.
Christmas is close, my friends, so raise your glass!
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