Anime

It's a slow day, I am tired and I am just hoping to catch my breath. So it's a day to watch anime, to catch up, re-asses and motivate me. Animes tend to have a lot of information,interesting story world, complicated characters that are rich and diverse, dire circumstances and the protagonist usually pulls through at the end of the episode. These shows ends up giving me so much encouragement that I become brave enough to possess courage momentarily, enough to do something about my own situation, however dire I might think it is. Each episode tends to have a good dose of optimism. I think it's one of the reasons why I love anime.

The world these characters are set in, sometimes are so different then mine and sometimes, similar to mine. There is no end to the human imagination and there is no border of human emotions that can be limited to several. Even though, conceived, created and eventually evolved by people from across the world, from a language I have no ability to understand and culture unlike anything I've seen, yet I can and do empathize by so many of its characters. The struggles these characters go through are strong enough to create a powerful emotional response in me and move my own wheels about the situation and compare myself with another character from a make-belief character. The art work itself is beautiful. There is much to learn from the world of anime. I've learned immensely about Japan, culture and have gained valuable insight to people, and even character sketching from watching anime episodes.

Today, it's time to sit back and enjoy several of them thoroughly and watch the magic work in the next several days.

Good Student

All through elementary, middle and high school, eventually my first two years of college, I was what you called the bright, but bad student. I was bright, my teachers knew it, my parents knew it, my friends knew it, my classmates knew it, and worst of all, I knew it. This made me less inclined to do homework (because, I didn't need to do the homework to understand the material) and I had a horrible attendance record. And because I didn't keep myself engaged in the class, I was less likely to attend class, less likely to care about the class and the material. Because of that, I missed important due dates, exams and sometimes failed solely due to the fact that I just didn't attend the class enough times.

Understanding the material and engaging in what I learned wasn't the problem. After two years of terrible grades, it was time that I lost my financial aid and began to understand the importance of attending classes and being a good student. As evidently, being bright didn't get you to pass your classes. People didn't let you graduate because you were bright. Rightly so. Evidently, I learned the hard way to be a good student. To be organized, to do the assignments well before the day before the due date, turn them in on time and at least review for the exams. I developed good skills after those two years. I was able to organize very well in time I found out. I was great at time management and getting the best out of my day, especially if I also had to do 40 hour weeks and all of my classes were squished into one day. I was great at studying ahead so that I always had enough time to do my assignments. These skills I learned are great skills that has carried over to my personal and writing life.

I am grateful for them, however until I experienced those two years, it would have been impossible for me to learn these valuable lessons, I now never forget.