This is going to sound really weird but i feel like your exactly like me hahaha.I was also wondering how youlike studying sociology? I'm really thinking about studying it in college! :)
bahah that’s not weird at all! I was just looking at your blog and I was like, wait… is this my blog? and I actually love sociology. My major is musical theater, but taking sociology really makes me want to possibly pursue it more. It’s pretty awesome to develop a new perspective on the world. I’m all about not judging, so it works for me. =)
We were discussing Social Stratification and how your social class which you’re born into basically defines what your social status will be when you’re “grown up”.
AND THEN we were discussing how going to college doesn’t guarantee you a job anymore when you graduate.
so then people brought up how it’s unrealistic and ridiculous how people think they can just go out and be the 1 in a million who is successful and famous in acting/some sort of performance occupation.
SO kids were saying how their parents raised them telling them they need to go to school to pursue one of the best paying jobs in America so they can have money because they may not be happy with what they’re doing, but at least they’d have money. SO, no arts, no music, because neither of those things lead to financial success.
We watched a film and everybody laughed when one high school student said, “I’m in the lower middle class when it comes to my family’s social status, and when I grow up, I just want to happy with what I’m doing. I don’t care if I don’t have the highest paying job, I just want to be doing something I love.”
… I guess I was the only kid who was raised, and saved by the arts, and music, alone. Even when I would say, “I’m going to be famous”, I didn’t mean RICH. I meant that people are going to know who I am and that I’m going to effect people positively. I’ve always been the one to stand up for the minority and believe in something or somebody when nobody else did. Why aren’t we allowed to believe in ourselves anymore without being called delirious?
I guess I was the only kid who was told to follow the dreams that never leave because those goals are important. They’re the ones that you won’t mind failing a million times over, as long as you finally achieve them one way or another.
I don’t know. I guess I’m not in touch with reality and believe in myself more than any of their parents ever did for them.
When I was a kid, I didn't have a laptop, iPod, Blackberry, PS3, Wifi or iPads. I played outside with friends, bruised my knees, made up stories and played hide and seek. I ate what my mom made. I would think twice before I said "no" to my parents. Life wasn't hard, it was good & I survived. Kids these days are spoiled. Re-post this if you appreciate the way you were raised. I think we were happier kids.
Awe, thanks, B! <3 I just remember praying the whole time asking why nobody would help me and to just somehow wake the hell up. Scariest thing ever. <3 If I'm feeling anxious before I go to sleep, I pray that I won't have another dream like that. loveyou!
You are the cutest thing; & as for the dreams where you say you scream but no one can hear you, or try to move your body but can’t, yeah, your mind is awake & hits some sensors in your brain to wake you up but not your body. I’ve had these. Just pray
Every now and then I have dreams where I’m breathing under water… and then I have dreams where I say, “maybe I’m just dreaming” while I’m wondering how I’m breathing underwater… and then I have the dreams where i’m like, “there is no way I’m fucking dreaming.”
I literally have conversations with myself in my dreams. Like with my real self and my dream self.
You probably don’t want to read this because it’s friggin long, but… I can’t sleep thinking about reliving these dreams and I’m not going to school today/tomorrow anyway, so… I’m going to vent to myself and try to figure it all out.
One time, I had basically the creepiest dream I’ve ever had; well, it was a nightmare. I was basically have asleep/have awake and my body was trying to scream and cry for help, but my mouth wouldn’t open and my voice wouldn’t work. I literally remember being half asleep and crying and screaming inside my head and feeling my body jerk around trying to wake myself up, but I just kept struggling. I was pleading with myself to wake up because it was only a dream. and then I found myself crawling on the floor trying to find help in my house (this part was not real life, but my house was legit and everything was the same as it was in real life) I crawled around the floor, eye close, but still able to see what was around- almost like night vision; I saw shapes and shades of green, but no real features of people or anything. So I found myself downstairs trying to get my brother to help me, but he wouldn’t. So eventually, I made myself upstairs where I was sprawled across the kitchen floor trying to wake up when my dad walked up the stairs and woke me up.
THen, I woke up soaked from sweating and crying and I literally had to just lay down and wonder if any of that really happened for a second. Minutes later, my dad knocked on my door and asked me if I was okay…
This was around 3 in the morning. It makes me wonder if I was really crying out in my sleep, screaming for help, like I was in my dream, and he had actually heard me…
SO ANYWAY. My dream last night involved a dragon/monster/person thing that was trying to find everyone of us who were hiding in the house. It was me, a few children from my camp, and some parents. It was terrifying. Eventually, we all made it up to the attic and we were crawling on a bunch of things you wouldn’t see in a normal attic; a lattice rope net, things you’d see if you played Super Mario. While we were up in the attic and this thing was trying to kill us, the thing had a “change of heart” and I quickly rushed the girls and parents to the window leading to a balcony where there was another spiral staircase bringing us right outside to the driveway. In the driveway were more parents of the children I’d just saved, acting like nothing bizarre just happened and planning a trip or something where I was apparently going on, too. I tripped about 5 times anxiously trying to get into my car and drove away, leaving them in the driveway, staring at me like I was a lunatic.
Then I had a dream about school. And I woke up annoyed because it was about my American Music Class and we all had to talk about the essay we’d written. I just kept saying, “I thought it was interesting that Elvis’s classmates said he was such a loner and didn’t much like his voice and didn’t think he’d amount to anything, and then he became this incredible Rock and Roll Icon.” #inyourface