Journal Entry (#020)

Hey everyone, it’s me R.S. Noel coming to you with an update!

I know I’ve been gone from my blog/website for the last week and a half, but I really am focusing on my school work (as I usually do when the semesters begin). This semester, however, is more challenging (in a good way), thus, I’m usually caught studying the midnight oil away. It’s quite arduous, learning everything there is to learn about Accountancy (Accounting 101), and also of Statistics (Math 136) and the Business-world (Business Administration 101). More importantly, systems, softwares, and programming (Computer & Information Science 101) is a massive pain in the ass. But through it all, I know I’ll press through this semester like I’ve done for so many semesters already.

Admittedly, this semester feels very logical and decisive. I’ve become more “robotic” in my thinking and perhaps in my actions as well. But in truth, whenever I catch a glimpse of the setting sun behind the mountains on my college campus, or whenever I find the spare 2 hours to go walking at Descanso Gardens, I remember what life has, and always will be, about. In these small moments, I grasp firmly onto the true purpose of what life is.

I remember how beautiful and cruel it can be, how the experience is so finite and escapable, that even in a blink-of-an-eye, you’re left wondering: Where did all the time go?

Overall, even though I’m just halfway into the fourth week of Fall Semester, I’ve begun to really learn more and more information that will help me in the business world. Whether it be accounting, the stock market, or just the “real in’s and out’s” of business, I’ve learned more in these last four weeks then I have in any other semester so far. I suppose I should reframe that statement however, because I have certainly learned a lot of invaluable and unforgettable lessons in my History 118 class, or even my English 104 class. I’ve also learned a lot from Sociology 101 and Art History 101. Those were the days when I was getting through with my “liberal arts” prerequisites. I still think fondly on some of the material I’ve read in those classes, or even the passionate lectures some of my professors gave to us.

But for some reason, I feel like I’m using more of the “right side” of my brain. I’ve always been a “left side” brain kind of guy; but recently, I found myself being more efficient, more calculating, and even more intuitive in an ironic way. It’s as though both my “right” and “left” brain are connecting more tightly together. I’ve begun to see the connections between certain historical events, or see the connections in certain life events that I never saw before.

It’s just one of the perks to being in college or university. You begun to see the world for what it really is; and also, for what it can be.

You begin to understand the algorithms that make our lives the way it is. You begin to see the economic shifts, downturns, and everything else in-between. It’s as though life finally make sense. The whole premise of college is to equip you and I with tools that will further our causes in a “civilized” society. I use “civilized” in parenthesis because I’ve worked many jobs, and been in all sorts of different social settings; where I know damn well that humans are the less civilized beings haha.

It’s strange thinking of all the things I’ve yet to do, and yet, I know I’ll accomplish many things. I’ll make many moves in life, many sacrifices, countless hours of hardwork, just so I can see a better world where everyone has a chance to get a “piece of the pie”, so to speak. 

My ultimate goal?

Well, that’s a secret best left unheard.


Forever in Your Debt,

R.S. Noel

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