Taking half steps to infinity

So as it all winds down, it is pretty amazing how the first term is nearly over. Finals are in 2 weeks, and then Christmas. Slowly projects are completed, and as everybody comes to an end, there is always the glimmering light of term 2. I must say that university is different. Textbooks are no longer the primary source of knowledge, and projects never involve anything within textbooks. Spending hours searching for library articles and books have slowly refined my searching abilities. But after all this, it seems that in the future, it will all be worth it. There are always so many things that you want, but only so few that are achievable. Through the months of September, October, and November, although I have learned a great deal from sitting in class lectures, and reading journal articles, I think that it is not what I have learned that is different, but how I learned it. No longer can I just read the textbook and expect myself to understand what to know. I cannot say that I have changed a great deal, because bad habits die hard, but I do try. Waking up everyday in the morning and sitting on the bus going to school, I sit and watch as the people around be wake up and go along their own routine. The boundaries that confine us to what we do make us boring. Spontaneity allows the true expression of what one's thoughts are, and it by doing so, creates interest. Sometimes teachers constrict us, bind us to do what they want us to do. But by doing so, they have revealed how following instructions is merely a fact of life. It is the feeling of breaking these rules, rebelling, that makes us all unique.