three more days ‘til home
today is Tuesday. Friday is my last day, here. school has been great at times, and it has been utterly unbearable at times. but then, that’s life.
highlights of today:
1) kicking butt on my African lit exam - with homemade bread from Mom :O)
2) lunch with C.S Lewis and Duke’s chicken noodle soup
3) 2ish hours outside in a lawn chair with a cup of iced coffee, Spanish review, and a 7 pages journal entry (kudos to fellow Tuesday outside journalers)
(NOTE: that all of these things involve: 1. literature and 2. food.)
so I just managed to uncover and read nearly most of my journal from senior year. yikes. Enoch Powell once said, “To write a diary every day is like returning to one’s own vomit.” yikes. that is so true.
one thing I sort of picked up from reading through my vomitous history: despite the fact that I feel almost exactly the same, there is no way of denying the fact that I have changed. I don’t know if it happened last summer or when I got sick or when I came to school or if it came about from a combination of all of these things, but I’m not the same person I was when I graduated high school. scary, huh?
even though Belize seems like such a monumental ordeal, I don’t think it was nearly as life-changing as I sometimes think it ought to be. but then, maybe I need more time to process.
here’s a song that I like. it came from my photography slide show last year. it’s called “Wandering,” and it’s written (maybe?) and performed by Tim O’Brien, with a little help of my new favorite bluegrass musician, Darrell Scott.
My pathway leads into the West,
They say it never really ends,
These legs of mine weren’t made to rest,
Let them take me where they send me wandering.
Long as I remember I’ve been wandering.
January to December wandering.
No one asks the wind to blow,
No one tells the bird to fly,
No one tells me when to go,
And I don’t need a reason why I’m wandering.
Long as I remember I’ve been wandering.
January to December wandering.
there’s more, but you can look that part up yourself, if you care. this excerpt is my favorite part. (minus the mandolin interlude that doesn’t transpose well into a text document.) thanks to Mikey, my ex-photo teacher for this one.
so maybe it’s just me being young and ignorant and overly-ambitious, but a part of me has this really strong desire to go back out into the world, again. not Belize, this time. I’m thinking about Africa, maybe. and it wouldn’t be until I graduate college. probably not until I graduate college. I mean, who am I to say what’s going to happen? I won’t rule out any opportunities that might come up. but I feel like Africa keeps surfacing in conversations and classes and stuff. I don’t know; maybe I’ll end up there one day. or maybe I should stop listening to so much bluegrass music. it’s monopolized my ears for the last three days or so, and I’m concerned that it might be doing permanent damage.
wow, that was a lot more than I had intended to say. I thought I’d written enough earlier today; maybe my creative repression is starting to get the best of me, and it’s going to let itself go all at once….
A quote from C.S. Lewis:
“If I find in myself a desire which no experience in this world can satisfy, the most probable explanation is that I was made for another world.” - Mere Christianity.
discuss amongst yourselves. I’m gonna get back to some Spanish studying now. exam tomorrow, you know.
love, me :O)
Today’s fortune: “If you go wandering, take a map.”
highlights of today:
1) kicking butt on my African lit exam - with homemade bread from Mom :O)
2) lunch with C.S Lewis and Duke’s chicken noodle soup
3) 2ish hours outside in a lawn chair with a cup of iced coffee, Spanish review, and a 7 pages journal entry (kudos to fellow Tuesday outside journalers)
(NOTE: that all of these things involve: 1. literature and 2. food.)
so I just managed to uncover and read nearly most of my journal from senior year. yikes. Enoch Powell once said, “To write a diary every day is like returning to one’s own vomit.” yikes. that is so true.
one thing I sort of picked up from reading through my vomitous history: despite the fact that I feel almost exactly the same, there is no way of denying the fact that I have changed. I don’t know if it happened last summer or when I got sick or when I came to school or if it came about from a combination of all of these things, but I’m not the same person I was when I graduated high school. scary, huh?
even though Belize seems like such a monumental ordeal, I don’t think it was nearly as life-changing as I sometimes think it ought to be. but then, maybe I need more time to process.
here’s a song that I like. it came from my photography slide show last year. it’s called “Wandering,” and it’s written (maybe?) and performed by Tim O’Brien, with a little help of my new favorite bluegrass musician, Darrell Scott.
My pathway leads into the West,
They say it never really ends,
These legs of mine weren’t made to rest,
Let them take me where they send me wandering.
Long as I remember I’ve been wandering.
January to December wandering.
No one asks the wind to blow,
No one tells the bird to fly,
No one tells me when to go,
And I don’t need a reason why I’m wandering.
Long as I remember I’ve been wandering.
January to December wandering.
there’s more, but you can look that part up yourself, if you care. this excerpt is my favorite part. (minus the mandolin interlude that doesn’t transpose well into a text document.) thanks to Mikey, my ex-photo teacher for this one.
so maybe it’s just me being young and ignorant and overly-ambitious, but a part of me has this really strong desire to go back out into the world, again. not Belize, this time. I’m thinking about Africa, maybe. and it wouldn’t be until I graduate college. probably not until I graduate college. I mean, who am I to say what’s going to happen? I won’t rule out any opportunities that might come up. but I feel like Africa keeps surfacing in conversations and classes and stuff. I don’t know; maybe I’ll end up there one day. or maybe I should stop listening to so much bluegrass music. it’s monopolized my ears for the last three days or so, and I’m concerned that it might be doing permanent damage.
wow, that was a lot more than I had intended to say. I thought I’d written enough earlier today; maybe my creative repression is starting to get the best of me, and it’s going to let itself go all at once….
A quote from C.S. Lewis:
“If I find in myself a desire which no experience in this world can satisfy, the most probable explanation is that I was made for another world.” - Mere Christianity.
discuss amongst yourselves. I’m gonna get back to some Spanish studying now. exam tomorrow, you know.
love, me :O)
Today’s fortune: “If you go wandering, take a map.”