and you'll find a frustrated idealist. {I can't find the author of this quote, sorry}

Have you ever stopped and looked at your life and wondered, what the hell am I doing? It's as though you life somehow overran you and you're just along for the ride.

I remember sitting in the yearbook office one night, wondering what the point of my college experience was. I don't feel particularly enlightened by what I was taught, I wouldn't say any of my professors were particularly profound and only three really pushed the class to think on their own and express what they felt. I wish I would have been taught to take risks, to think on my own and stand by my convictions. I wish my input was intellectually challenged instead of unanimously ignored by my classmates, with barely a nod from the professor.

I hope I always remember the Pauls that I come across: the free thinking, idealists who have the drive and independence to figure out what they want and how to get it, because they always seem to get the short end of the stick. I don't see a change in American culture coming anytime soon, shifting from acceptance of the status quo to respect and embracement of the free-thinker.