House Ravens

If we’re not sure whether it’s wrong, isn’t it better to not even try?
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I said those exact same words. 4 years ago. How time has flown away...
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One realises that compromise slowly eats away at one’s resolve. Pretty soon, it becomes harder to draw the lines in the blurry mess things are. Where does one define the limit? And how does one differentiate between black, white and grey?

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I remember recoiling in disgust after realising psychology was going to involve one of my worse IB nightmares ever - math. At least that was how I felt towards the subject after 2 years of suffering with dreadful math portfolios and terrible teachers. But after the first 2 semesters of acing stats, and even suggestions from Daryl that I take a math module as a GERPE, I decided math, at least at uni level, wasn’t that bad.
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I guess 3 years ago, I would have thought the idea of taking a math core mod to be insane. Funny how things turned out the way they are - seems like I’m actually enjoying myself. Whether this strange gamble I’m taking with my GPA pays off is another matter.

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Things seem to be the same, yet different. I’m trying to hope and believe that history won’t repeat itself anymore. And that somehow everything works out for the better in the end, in school, ministry, work, and interpersonal relationships.