Reminiscence

I’m pretty sure of my younger self’s longing to be where I am right now: a guy who has graduated high school and liberated from the hollow depths of stress. I think that is at least where my eighth, ninth, and eleventh year self has always wanted to be.

On this 18th day of October, I’m finally way past that, but I’m only writing my first journal entry a few months after I had promised myself to begin. I can’t seem to recall 2026 having a hasty agenda, but it feels like time has decided to exponentiate, maybe even and probably faster than politics will ever achieve its 2030 goals. It has been 5 months since I graduated high school (oh, I graduated, oh yeah, I just graduated high school, haha - The Spins) and I have unearthed myself in a 9-5 job in the military.

No it’s not too bad at all, but there is a part of me who misses the part of myself that drowned in the abyss of stress. The part of myself during my eighth, ninth, eleventh, and senior year whose mental fortitude inhaled the overarching eye of Andover despair. The 40 pages of The Haunting of Hill House that my english teacher Mr. Tortorella would assign, the 3-hour long microeconomics modules (Elasticity was the longest one) that Dr. Blakeney would implicitly require, and to top it off, the 4 hours of a mandatory ‘frat brotherhood’ time-commitment from 6pm-10pm of hanging out with my pod (Jbu, Hansen, Rohan, Ogle, Keita, and Haesou).

I’m not going to write too much for my entries. It needed to begin somewhere. I think I enjoy doing this. I’m going to keep doing this for a while.