CONSIDER ME KICKED BY MEGHAN HUNT
Transitioning to college has been hard. I’m not going to try and pretend everything has been perfect, a lot of it actually has been, but DEAR GOD A LOT OF IT HASN’T. I’m sure nearly all of you have felt the same way at some point so I’ll spare you the in depth analysis – let’s just say it’s been a little wild. But imagine in the middle of your midterm induced emotional breakdown, your *mastermind* group member tells you that Dr. Friedman said, “ you need to be kicked.” Dude… WTF? Needless to say: I got pissed. Instead of stomping up to Friedman’s office and demanding an explanation, I let it fuel my hate fire. I threw myself into dance team practices in a rage induced tornado of fury. I got my tilt (^see that thing with my leg, yeah that’s a tilt) with the motivational chant of “guess who’s gonna kick who now?”
I now go into group meetings with the ambition to come up with something so clever it’s going to “kick” Dr. Friedman’s socks off. I let my irate attitude inspire my creativity. Maybe it’s not the healthiest way to think creatively, but it’s worked pretty well for me. I guess I did need to be kicked, because now I’m pissed and ready to go.