A New Year

It's that time of year again. We're all attempting to hold on to the holidays while trying to ignore the plastic reindeer and spools of once-twinkling lights that lie like the victims of a bombing across lawns from which most of the cheer is gone. We put one last hope in New Year's Eve, because after that, we must accept that our lives will return to normal. Another year has passed, regardless of the fanfare with which we see it out.

I don't plan to make any steadfast resolutions, even though there are a few things about myself that could bear with some changing. I could be a little nicer, I could try to shake off the apathy and subversiveness with which I regard my high school career. I could try going for more positivity. I could eat healthier and exercise more (or at all), I could spend less time on the internet. I could save money or count my blessings. Or save my blessings and count my money. All of these things I could do, and I probably should. I'll keep them in mind. Mostly, however, I'm going to try to enjoy my remaining semester. I've done everything I can to get in to college. It's basically out of my hands at this point, so why stress? Why keep pushing myself to do things I don't like? It's not that I plan to slack off in school, just that I don't need to feel guilty for spending time with people whose company I enjoy, or for reading up on subjects I won't be tested on. This is the closest I'll come to a resolution.