Dreams And Aspirations

Dreams And Aspirations

Goals and dreams not fulfilled

What are dreams and goals that people seek to accomplish? Many think of going to the NBA or becoming a lawyer or doctor. Goals and dreams can be accomplished, but if one's mind is not set in stone, then that dream/goal cannot be completed. Some people see and envision that dream or goal, but never take any action. Action is the first step to pursuing your dreams, but with no well-thought plan, that will result in a disoriented incomplete goal. Goals and dreams are not meant to be played with because one can lead to something spectacular that one never thought would have happened. Any dream can be accomplished with a little courage, hard work, and a humble mindset. A dream is a goal that has unlimited steps that must be continued to be walked on. Goals come and go, but dreams can last forever.

If a reaching dream or goal is easy, that means that dream did not come the right way. Anything that comes easy is not right and should not feel very rewarding either. Hard work pays off every time and whether or not something is accomplished, hard work should always feel rewarding every time. Everyone does not put enough work into something they want, but into something they need. Needs and wants are two different things; Some people may say they "need" this job, but "want" this career. It is complicated, and people do not realize word of choice comes a long way in life. The saying "Actions speak louder than words", says a lot to others who say they will accomplish this dream, but never makes the initiative to try. I feel like someone can jump in a pool to swim, but how long will that person really stay in the pool if they can't swim? I believe saying and doing something are two different things that others like to mess around with. When people have dreams, while sleeping, those are thoughts that that person have been thinking about the whole entire day.

I love people who follow their dreams and continue to follow their dreams until that dream is a reality. That dream becomes realistic to them and no one could tell them anymore that they can't accomplish that dream. Dreams are similar to legs, once they die out, you cannot bring them back. I would like everyone to fulfill their dreams and never think of what anyone has to say to you. People would always bring you down and say you cannot do that, but anything is possible to anyone. Everything happens for a reason, so just know if that dream is not accomplished that first try, continue trying until you nail it down. A dream does not come easy, but hard work will seal the deal.

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An Open Letter To High School Athletes In Their Senior Season

For those athletes that have handed or will hand in their jersey. This one is for you.

As I’m sure you know senior year is an exciting time. You’re the “big dogs”, as my teachers would put it, of the whole school. This is the year you are able to do all the things you’ve waited for the past three years. You can sleep in every morning because you don’t have class until nine or leave school early because you don’t have a last hour class. It’s great, right? Right.

However, this year, although it’s arguably the best year of high school, could also be the hardest. No, not hard because of classes or homework or actually having to decide on a college. Hard because it’s full of lasts. Last Homecoming, last spirit week, last Sadie’s, last school pictures, last musical.

And for many, the last time you’ll wear that jersey.

Of all the lasts that will happen this year, that has to be toughest one. Unless you’re one of the lucky ones that will continue playing your chosen sport into college. Congratulations if that’s the case for you and I hope you continue playing as long as you can.

For those athletes that have handed or will hand in their jersey. This one is for you.

When you started as a freshman four years ago, you might have had little clue what the coming years would bring. As all freshmen do, you dreamed of making varsity and playing in every game, or earning as many medals as you could. The possibilities were endless.

Now here you are, in your senior year. Maybe you’ve won a state title or two. Maybe you’ve set new school records. Maybe even state records. No matter the case you’ve played your heart out for the past four years on the field and court. You’ve woken up at five in the morning for workouts and practices. And you’ve stayed until ten at night trying to get every play in the book fixed into your brain. You’ve spent your Friday nights under those nights no matter what the weather was like, rain or snow. You’ve spent your Saturdays at volleyball tournaments and your Sundays resting knowing that Monday’s practice would be a rough one. You’ve missed nearly a whole day of school for track meets or games that were just that far away.

You have had tan lines like crazy from your tennis uniform. Softball and baseball players have one hand darker then the other and golfers have legs three shades lighter than their arms. If you were like me you'd complain about how bad your tan lines looked in homecoming pictures (thank you tennis).

It never seems like it's your last year until senior night comes along. At least that's when it hit me. Then the next thing you know the season is over and you're handing in the uniform you've had the past couple of years.

So when you go to hand in that jersey or uniform remember the last four years. I hope you remember all the bus rides to and from games laughing with your teammates. The team dinners before games and the banquets to celebrate the season. All those early morning practices you dreaded until your coach came walking in with a box of doughnuts. All the games, win or lose, rain or shine, windy or hot. All the bruises and cuts you got that seemed to take ages to go away. Every practice you had to run extra for having too many fouls or turnovers. The pep rally’s for the first game of the season. The way you felt when you made that three, scored on a serve, caught that pass, or won that medal.

Because that chapter is or is almost over. The past four years you have been an athlete, I hope you showed it in every way. One day you won’t be an athlete anymore, so take this time to enjoy it and play with every ounce of passion you can.

Cover Image Credit: Rebekkah Wamser

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Here's What I Learned Going To A Gun Range

First of all, remember to put on earmuffs.

Over Spring Break, my roommate and I decided to try out a couple of activities we've never done before. We decided to visit the gun range to experience something that is very present in our lives. Coming from a country where private ownership of guns is largely outlawed, I first encountered a drawn gun during the USC Fertitta shooter scare of 2017.

Even so, I can say that I am 'familiar' with guns, and by that, I mean it's everywhere-- in movies, video games, and other media. Branding a gun looks so effortless when the hero of the movie jumps in to save the day, but knowing that real life is never like the movies, I wanted to experience what shooting a gun is truly like.

I started to sweat profusely the moment I entered the gun club lobby. All sorts of guns were hanging on the walls, and the sounds coming from the range were LOUD. After getting our gun (AK-47), ammunition, and protective gear, we headed to the range-- WITHOUT OUR EARMUFFS ON.

It was such a common sense thing to do, but our nerves got the best of us. My heart dropped to the bottom of my stomach when that shot went off, and my ears were ringing for about a minute.

It took us a while to gather ourselves and make sure everything was on. The first thing that hit me when I first entered the room was the smell. I guess that's what they meant in novels when they describe the smell of gunpowder.

Then, it was time to shoot.

What I was most afraid of was the kickback, because I hear about people getting hurt from the force. But when I pulled the trigger, the thing that made me jump was the sound-- not the smell or the kickback. The sound wasn't only loud, but very distinct and punctuated-- it took me by surprise even though I was expecting it.

After a couple of rounds, and lots of pictures, we were done.

It was a learning experience; I had never held such a powerful weapon in my hand, and I went in knowing that it's not a toy that you hold and look cool in.

I would definitely do it again.

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