2 kewl 4 skool

Having just come back from an RA interest meeting and been reminded of the tough freshman transition to college, I've been reflecting on my high school vs. college experience so far. What was it about high school that made me so emotionally attached and bittersweet about my departure? Surely it wasn't the routine 7:30-2:30 school day, the restricted on-campus lunches, or the ridiculous amount of work that kept me up late most nights. Could it have been the assuredness of seeing the same faces since 6th grade along with the familiarity and comfort felt with the faculty? Methinks yes. The fondest memories come to mind when I think of senior year; the closeness of personal relationships established with staff was priceless. I could count on the same teacher every fourth period during my study hall and during her free period that would allow me and a group of friends to work in her room, whether we needed help with calculus or whatnot, or even just to chat and entertain us with thoughts. I remember it was during those times when we discussed how we thought just how college would be different than what we were used to, how forward we were looking to graduation (including not making up snow days- perks of being a senior) and what aspect we would miss about high school the most. It was also during those times when we would express our anticipations for studying "abroad"- and by abroad I mean not in Massachusetts. There were a couple of us headed toward different locations- one girl to Chicago, another to Washington D.C., me to New York, and even a girl to Canada. We discussed how our lives were in our hands and how we were still too young to decide where our futures would lead us. When we weren't discussing the heavy topics, we reveled in the little joys: Harry Potter references, nerdy jokes, hunky male actors, etc. Regardless of whether or not we were engaged in serious discussion, there would always be a way to make jokes, crack some smiles, and relieve some stress. Among the major events that marked senior year, including Prom and Senior Awards Night, I would weigh these little events with the same potency. In all, it was times like these that I would miss the most.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7B--3cId-YE

La Fuerza.

When life gets the best of you, you have to remember the best of it.

You can't accept every blow, you've got to roll with every hit.

For when things are looking down, you've got to keep on looking up-

Ignore what the fortuneteller tells you what your future will be by simply reading a cup.

Control your own destiny, set your own path,

Do not go out to make other's lives miserable in the spite of your own wrath.

Accept life for what it is and not dwell over the unjust

Because every action must

Have an equal and opposite reaction.

Why live in the dark when you can seize the day?

At the start of each morning, it's you who decides on which path to stay.

Either the path lit by the sun's golden rays, or the path that diminishes in a never ending haze.

This week I've been very pensive and haven't really expressed my feelings to many people. It's been a rough weekend, with this iconic holiday marking the icing on my cake of fabulosity. In my state of being bummed I felt inspired to write, in hopes that a motivational poem of my own would spur something inside me to help me feel better. In that respect, this poem wasn't written to please my audience, but moreso functioned as a cathartic release of emotions that have been cumbersome to my mentality. I've never really been too fond of my writing, but I am glad that this blog entry helped to release some of the things off my chest. Hopefully next week's blog entry will be more entertaining.

-A.

Stupid Cupid, stop picking on me

In the spirit of the ever-changing world, I've decided to abandon my old theme of the weather and create an ever-changing blog. This forum will be influenced by topics that spark my interest and will differ on a weekly basis. In essence, I hereby present to you the theme of not having a theme. Featured in this issue.... is the song of the week! The reason why I chose this song is because of the oh-so-anticipated Valentine's Day. Sure, it's great for all the on-campus couples, but what about those who are not able to see their "valentine" or worse- do not have one to begin with? In my opinion, it's become a cultural norm as something in which you MUST partake but I argue that if you care about a person so much, every day should be approached with the same sentiments expressed on February 14th. So this Valentine's Day I challenge you not to obsess over who your valentine is, but rather how this day is different from any other once you deduct the monopolization of Hallmark. All my loving, Alina.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gWvurnpKjE4

8 n' counting

I woke up this morning to flurries of snow making themselves the central focus of my windowseat view. Having heard through the grapevine (this being so since I no longer watch the news due to the absence of a t.v.) that this would be a near torrential snow storm, I couldn't help but wonder whether the increasing amounts of snow would serve as foreshadowing for my life at school. Just as I had predicted, the accumulating snow would indeed correlate to my increasing amounts of homework. Also, the whiteness of the untouched snow in the quad could signify the innocence and purity that a new semester brings. A blank slate, if you will. You can choose to either maintain the virgin snow or jump right in and tarnish what could have otherwise remained perfect. Today, I decided to walk past the snow.