Samia and the City

Glucose, Chocolate, Potatoes, and Steak: An Unconventional Recipe for Success

I used to love to write. But writing 30 something essays in 60 something days last winter just wrung me dry.

During an Introduction to the University class, Dr. Otis Madison, a guest speaker from the black studies department, said, “If you don’t think for yourselves, someone else is going to think for you.”

I thought a lot about everything when I wrote.

I realized that there were inequalities in the world that I did not yet understand. I realized that safety, which I had always regarded as a basic necessity, was for some people, a luxury. And I was glad my parents had given me the chance to belong.

Sometimes it feels good to bleed. Other times I feel like a big old cheese.

However, when I drive up to his apartment Thursdays and Fridays after work and see him sitting outside, excitedly awaiting my arrival, I know that I have made an even stronger positive impact on his joy in living life.

The only problem is, most people get queasy around blood, and even cheese eventually melts. So it’s hard to write just about the fluff of what makes everyday. But I'll try. Because now a days, I really like everyday.

And so I embark on this MBA journey blog. Remember to let me know if I forget to fluff, or if I fluff too much.

The weather was fantastic, and the mountains, speckled with brilliant cherry blossoms, were breathtaking. We hiked up to the crumbling wall, and then started climbing it. After about a mile, we stopped at the highest point that was safe to climb, and took a look around. As I gazed down at the rolling mountains, the gurgling streams, and the seemingly endless miles of the Great Wall, and as I felt the gentle sway of the crisp April air, I could not help but think how lucky I was to be standing in my shoes that day.

And even luckier today.

posted by Samia @ 11:45 AM