Freaking Out

I hate the way parents freak out about everything related to college and school. People say that Asian parents are the worst, but out of what I have heard of other parents, I have come to the conclusion that at times my parents are no worse.

    As of now, with the Uni period, I spend three hours at school doing homework as I know that I wont be home till 7 or later every day. Sometimes things carry over, and I have to work in the evenings, but most of the time, I just sit around online and relax. My parents see this as me neglecting my work, and always say that I could be working harder or doing something productive. This morning, my SAT scores came in. I got a good score and I was happy about it, but my parents weren’t. I did not get a perfect score, and it did not matter how close I came, it still wasn’t a 2400.

But what does it prove to have a perfect score? I still wont be the best, as there will be tons of other students out there that have 2400’s, and all that 2400 will give me is an end to the chance of improvement. Yes, if I wanted to go to a super selective school I would need to have the best of everything, but that’s not what I want. I want a normal life in a place that I will be happy in. Right now, to get that 2400, I would have to start a life that would take away my life as I know it, and in its place put a studious life lacking substance.  

I know and understand that my parents want what is best for me, but in the end, would they rather have a daughter that spends hours in her room studying the dictionary or one that is active around the house and being a normal daughter? Personally, I think that the later would be best for all, but that’s just me, I guess.

   

2012

People say that the world is going to end in 2012. I doubt that it will, and definitely hope it does not. There are so many things that I want to do in my life and not living to be 18 definitely doesn’t go into my plans. But I think that people are over-stressing. People base their fears on the slightest things. Just like people were freaking out about the change of the millennium eleven years ago, they are freaking out about the apocalypse now. My question is, why must there be an apocalypse in the first place?

    There are different theories of what exactly is going to happen next year: we will all burn up, natural disaster will wipe us all out, etc. But where are all of these theories coming from? An unfinished Mayan calender which sparked concern and paranoia?
    I was discussing this question with a friend a while back, and my friend asked me, “If you don’t believe in all of this, how do you think the world is going to end?” I laughed this question off, but several hours later fell into deep thought, perplexed over this new task; creating a theory for the world’s end. At last, I came up with a plan.
    Humanity’s hunger for advancement and discovery is going to be the soul cause of the word’s end. In my theory, there are an infinite amount of parallel times and “worlds”, where each world is a mirror image of the next, such that all of the worlds are the same. So as I sit here typing now, somewhere in a parallel world, there sits another me, typing exactly what I am typing now. As you are reading this, an infinite amount of you’s are reading this in an infinite number of parallel worlds, all at the exact same time. As scientists are making discoveries in our world, they are doing exactly the same thing in all of the others. The apocalypse will come when our scientists discover the existance of the other parallel worlds. Then there will be a collapse of time as each world discovers the other and the time walls keeping each world guided along its time frame will be breached. Everything will just end as our universe collapses from the chaos and explosions of time as the same moments collide with each other every second.
    This is my theory on how the world will end. What is yours?