Losses, Life, and Passions
Today has been a strange day. It was one that just didn't feel right. Nothing went according to plan. Nothing was expected, but nothing was unexpected.
I started out waking up and missing my first class. I slept til about 11:45. I got up, showered, got ready, and grabbed some lunch from the Patio. I ate and played Guitar Hero 3. Then I went to math class.
After seeing all the news crews on campus I had been thinking a lot about the recent tragedies involving the deaths of USC students. Then I come to find out that a guy from my Math 111i class died in the fire. His name was William Rhea. I didn't really know him at all. I thought he was someone I had talked to once before, but when I looked at him on Facebook, it wasn't the same guy. But still, he was there. I'll never be able to remember if I saw him before or not. All I know is he isn't there anymore.
It got me thinking about how easily life can end.
Unexpectedly. Unnecessarily. Completely. End.
It scares me. It makes me want to hide in my room and never leave. How sad of a life would that be? You can't live that way. I can't. Even though I'm scared to live in fear of death. It's a paradox. This is all too real.
How hard it must be for those in Tri Delta and SAE to deal with the loss of their brothers and sisters. It made me appreciate the bonds I share with my "brothers" in Phi Boota Roota, even though we're not official like other frats. We share a bond through our passion for percussion. I look forward to the time I spend with them. They really are the best friends I've got. I look forward to seeing them every day and a day without them is a day that I don't feel complete. They make me laugh and smile and I have the best times of my life with them.
So I went to go see the USC Percussion Ensemble performance tonight and it was amazing! Swedish vibraphonist Anders Astrand performed with them and he was phenomenal. It really makes me smile to listen to real music and watch my good friends play with such passion. I love it. It's evident in the way people hold their mallets and sticks when they love what they're doing. I just want to listen to so much music right now. I want to sing so badly. I want to be in an a capella group or just sing some music with friends. That would bring me the greatest joy of all.
I started out waking up and missing my first class. I slept til about 11:45. I got up, showered, got ready, and grabbed some lunch from the Patio. I ate and played Guitar Hero 3. Then I went to math class.
After seeing all the news crews on campus I had been thinking a lot about the recent tragedies involving the deaths of USC students. Then I come to find out that a guy from my Math 111i class died in the fire. His name was William Rhea. I didn't really know him at all. I thought he was someone I had talked to once before, but when I looked at him on Facebook, it wasn't the same guy. But still, he was there. I'll never be able to remember if I saw him before or not. All I know is he isn't there anymore.
It got me thinking about how easily life can end.
Unexpectedly. Unnecessarily. Completely. End.
It scares me. It makes me want to hide in my room and never leave. How sad of a life would that be? You can't live that way. I can't. Even though I'm scared to live in fear of death. It's a paradox. This is all too real.
How hard it must be for those in Tri Delta and SAE to deal with the loss of their brothers and sisters. It made me appreciate the bonds I share with my "brothers" in Phi Boota Roota, even though we're not official like other frats. We share a bond through our passion for percussion. I look forward to the time I spend with them. They really are the best friends I've got. I look forward to seeing them every day and a day without them is a day that I don't feel complete. They make me laugh and smile and I have the best times of my life with them.
So I went to go see the USC Percussion Ensemble performance tonight and it was amazing! Swedish vibraphonist Anders Astrand performed with them and he was phenomenal. It really makes me smile to listen to real music and watch my good friends play with such passion. I love it. It's evident in the way people hold their mallets and sticks when they love what they're doing. I just want to listen to so much music right now. I want to sing so badly. I want to be in an a capella group or just sing some music with friends. That would bring me the greatest joy of all.