This morning after the first class, me and some of my colleagues were having breakfast together in the canteen. We were talking about the event yesterday, and I was telling them how extraordinary it was. A particular name was mentioned, and all of a sudden I said, “I miss ____.” She was a friend of us, but she quit university a few months ago, and she’s in Australia right now. (since I make it obvious, in case you read this, hai Ra! lol)
After I said that, everyone else started to talk about her as well. Someone was talking about what a shame it is that an extraordinarily smart girl like her has to quit university. Someone else said about how no one would even need university when they’re as smart as her. And then I heard someone said,
“Besides, I think her dream has really nothing to do with university.”
And if everything I read on her blog is true, then the statement was true. She doesn’t really need university to pursue her dreams, because that’s what’s exactly she’s doing right now in Australia instead of attending university— pursuing her dreams. She was brave enough to leave college, and her home country, to do that.
And that triggered another topic in our conversation— how most of us are going to university right now only for the bachelor’s degree. How we all have different dreams of what we’re going to do in the future and none of it requires going to university , but we still do it anyway because that’s “what most people do”.
Then we fell into silence for a few minutes.
I didn’t know what everyone else was thinking, but I was admiring her for her actions. I was admiring the courage she has to make her dreams come true— and at the same time, somehow, feeling ashamed of myself.
4 months ago