I imagined that when I go to college everything will change: I'll get a research job, be super studious, learn a lot, and work harder than ever before. But after talking to kids who have first-handedly experienced the school, I became dissappointed. What if it's none of that? What if I move away only to go to another highschool, only to continue with the same things, only to continue to be lazy? I wanted to start a new part of my life, to become someone a little different, to finally work hard. But what if nothing changes besides scenery? It's possible. It's more than possible. Because lately my values have changed. I used to be so enamored with my brain. I figured the thing that made me me, the thing that I love the most about myself, is my mind, my off-centered way of thinking. But recently I've come to think: If I don't ever do anything with my hands, if I don't ever create something, execute my ideas, translate my mind into some piece of work, that maybe I am nothing. Maybe I'm not my potential, but what I do with it. And so I want to work. I so desperately do. I want to have something to show for what I love. I want to prove to myself, and even to everyone else, that it's there. I swear there's something there, and I will die if it goes to waste. "You have to be the change you want to see in the world"