What a sudden thirst for knowledge…

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Suddenly I have no greater urge than the one pulling me from Jesup. What I’ve always considered a small, safe town that seemed meant for me has become some-what annoying. No, it’s not because I’m not in school anymore and I’m not with my friends, because I can call them up anytime and hang out. We probably hang out more now than we ever did before. It’s not because there’s some friends I’m not getting along with.

I want out. I want to get this GED done and start at Hawkeye this fall. I want to complete my AA transfer in General Studies and get the hell out on my own. I want To ace these two years of community college and move on to the University of Iowa. I can’t wait to see the Adley building and I really can’t wait to be a part of the journalism curriculum there.

I want to write. I want to double major in Journalism and Music production. I don’t care that my goals seem huge, because I know I can do them, I know that I will have fun, no matter how hard or easy it is blowing through them, and I know that I’m going to be able to benefit from it so much.

I fucked up high school. That’s a given. I can’t go back to day one and realize everything that was going on was stupid compared to school.

Now, I just want to move on. I want to completely lose touch of my friends, but I’m ready to make new ones. I’m ready to get away for a while. It’d be awesome to go to ISU with some of my best friends. It would have been neat to go to Wartburg and studies music education. But, in the end, it’s not really what I want to do. I want to write and play music, not teach it. I know I could be a good teacher, but I could be a great composer of literary and/or musical compositions too. I know I could be good in the IT department, but I’d never be happy doing it.

In the end, I’m making the right choice. Hawkeye… Iowa… Iowa City… It’s a goal. To get out for a while, I’ll do anything I can to get there.

And now that it’s 4:03am, part of getting there involves crashing. G’night.

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About Lucas

I'm a 22 year old writer-wanna-be from Iowa. After starting my first hobby site in 2004 and dabbling in web design and development, I registered Postblink.com in late 2006 to share my love (and hatred) for different aspects of all kinds of music. The site still serves that purpose, in addition to my thoughts on life and different events happening in my life.
  • KRISSY

    hello, i know its kind of weird having strangers in your business but i read you were talkin about gettin a ged? i know a website that can help you and it helped me get mine. if your interested check it out http://www.passged.com is the link. hope everything works out sweety

  • KRISSY

    hello, i know its kind of weird having strangers in your business but i read you were talkin about gettin a ged? i know a website that can help you and it helped me get mine. if your interested check it out http://www.passged.com is the link. hope everything works out sweety

  • http://lucasj.net/blog LucasJ

    Thanks. :)

  • http://lucasj.net/blog LucasJ

    Thanks. :)

  • Craig Weber

    Luke, you’re a pimp. I don’t know how anal you are about thread-bumping (can it be considered that way in a blog?)

    At any rate, I kind of know what you’re going through. I’m still not out. Granted, I only sleep here. By that I mean that I’m generally in Cedar Falls from 10:00 AM to 10PM on average (on weeknights–later on the weekend obviously).

    I’m just ready for the convenience of living in CF. Anyways, Luke, aren’t you at ISU right now? What’s ur current major?

    PS Canadian-French keyboards have the question-mark being shift+6 and the back/forward slashes on the ~ key. That pisses me off greatly. And that the apostrophe and quotation marks are shift + comma and shift+period respectively. Arg.