I'm sitting at school between classes biting my finger nails, not knowing what's next in my life at all. My acting teacher spots me and starts approaching-and I only bite my finger nails more because I dropped his class and I am a theatre major.
He sits next to me and says "I've missed you in class" and I proceeded to tell him that I dropped the class. He asks why and I said I was taking too much and had to focus on my other classes, my job, and preparing for Africa. He asked me about Africa and I told him. This guy who is the biggest pessimist, biggest athiest, and the stubbornest person alive said "you sound a lot like me when I was your age" and I sat stunned, eyes wide, mouth recklessly hanging open. He told me that I needed to do what I was passionate about now, so I can be motivated and have direction in my life later. In school, atleast.
He gave me tips and resources and advice on school stuff, and then said "hey, don't worry about what anyone thinks of your decision. The world needs more crazy in it" and I've never felt more lifted. I'm just sitting there learning more I ever have from a human being that I've never respected.
"You know what they say in the peace core, Kelsey? 'It's the worst decision you'll ever love'. You'll be okay."
And suddenly...I respect him more than I ever thought possible.
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