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I think I need blinders. 

Like a horse.

Too many distrations today! Cries my mind, as I sit, hair still wet and smelling faintly of salt from the saline pool my apartment complex boasts. Swimming is a new thing in my life, something my best friend introduced to me - You don't know how to swim? We're fixing that. Right now. Go put on your swimsuit. Oh, don't give me that look. You'll like it, I promise - and I am slowly getting used to it. I still panic when my ears go underwater and I can hear my heartbeat, the fluttering bird caged in my chest, pound so rapidly I think it will burst. But mastery of the self is something I have always prided myself on, and this will be no different. 

I digress. As I said, too many distractions, and my mind is scattered when I require focus. So many things require my attention these days, it is a burden to drag myself to my notebooks and novels, my little sapling ideas, the seeds of originality that I hope someday will become towering, blossoming, majestic things. Aspirations only, and all is vanity in the end, but what other course does the dreamer have? 

Hah. Dreams. 

Dreams and the course of logical thinking and progression are not mutually exclusive, far from it. But society so often says "You want to do what with your life? You will never make a living that way, it simply can't be done. Sorry child, you'll have to settle for less." I believe that to be a harsh untruth of years past. It was perhaps true centuries ago, when the ways people wanted to live simply couldn't be accomplished. But I believe in the power of intelligence, and in the strength of education and scientific thinking. Why can't things in this world be better? Why can't people live as they want to (within reason, I am by no means condoning the actions of people who wish to live their lives as criminals)?'

But the educational system is a joke at best, and a trap for those who are financially unstable at worst. Those people who are unsecure are the ones who most desperately need higher knowledge and education, and yet our own economy and lack of interest in teaching the younger generations drives the cost of scholarly pursuits higher and higher (At least here in California. It is absolutely ridiculous.).

Locking my fingers in a steeple in front of my mouth, knuckles just touching the edge of my nose (as is my habit when thinking deeply) I smell the salt on my skin, and the corner of my mouth quirks upwards in a half-smile, despite the thoughts running through my mind. Focus is necessary. I have history notes to parse through (A full semester's worth of them, and must condense them into something at least vaguely hinting at organization), and have french to study. 

With any luck, my mind's ramblings will not continue much longer, as I am certain I shall not accomplish anything while distracted thus.