Slacker Post

Yes, yes, I know… I am a slacker. It’s been a while since my last post. Sometimes it gets hard to slow down life enough to find time to write about it. I have some down time now, well technically I am supposed to be doing the dishes right now but… I would much rather write.

Today, I am posting from coastal Virginia. I’ve been here, hanging out with my big bro for 3 and a half days. The bummer part is that he was unable to swing getting work off for the week that I am here. It’s okay though, his girlfriend is a teacher and actually has the summer off. I really like her. She has a little boy, a nearly four-year old named Mason. He is an adorable, hyper-active, slightly annoying, clever little boy. I met both him and his mom, Sara, last summer when I came to visit and my brother was unable to get off of work once again. I spent 20 minutes alone with Tom in the whole week that I was here last summer. We’ve beaten that record already. So far, I have gone to see Monster’s University, participated in a scuba class, watched Rio as part of $1 summer movie days, and finished an entire book. Tonight I am planning on going to rugby practice which I am not looking forward to, even though Sara is going as well. I haven’t ran in over a month, it should be interesting.

The trip here was stressful though. I took the Amtrak train from Boston to Newport News. All I had to do was get on the train and get off at the right spot. Sounds easy enough, right? The tricky part was the getting on the train. I was under the impression that I could check a bag and take two carry ons. But apparently checked baggage is only allowed at certain stations and mine was not one of those. My mother was supposed to just check me in and be on her merry way but I had a meltdown. Until the train showed up, I was a complete mess. I kept trying to figure out what I was going to do if they wouldn’t let me on the train. My mother thought that I was hilarious. I kept telling myself that I was stupid for not checking the stuff about checked baggage. And my mother, in her infinite brilliance, kept trying to get a video of me saying that I was a blooming idiot. Eventually the train came and I was able to get on with all my baggage but then my bag wouldn’t fit in the overhead compartment. Thankfully, the guy who helped me get it up above told me that they wouldn’t bother me about my bag. He was right. They left me alone and the rest of the ride was highly uneventful. The rest is history.

There. I completed my first post in almost a week. I shall be back soon though. Stay tuned.

“When in danger or in doubt, run in circles, scream and shout.” -Robert A. Heinlein


Blurred Line

Where is the line between right and wrong?

For being such a simple question, it generates some very confusing answers. The lines are so blurred when it comes to moral questions. Every culture, society, county, and person has a different view and opinion. It’s impossible to not be biased. Our experiences and influences are what forms our opinions. Try as hard as I may, I find myself listening to these people talk and thinking, “No. You’re wrong.” It’s hard for me to form a solid opinion when it comes to ethnic and moral questions. I look for the perfect approach, which I am sure doesn’t exist. I want to be okay if what I propose was applied to me. Most likely, I will not be a diplomat. I can’t make a choice that I feel will hurt someone more than help them. Every person is important to me. Every single person. Just because a person is a young or old or sick doesn’t mean that they deserve any less. I guess that’s my food for thought today.

“Change your thoughts and you change your world.” -Norman Vincent Peale

Nerd Breeds

Here I am, my first full day of the Great Books Summer Program. And in my 24 hours here, I’ve noticed a couple things.

1. The boys to girls ratio is extremely lopsided. For every boy, there’s a handful of girls.

2. There are 3 categories of nerd.
1. The ones that are the stereotypical nerds (no social skills, dress impaired, obsessed with a certain topic).
2. The ones who just sorta blend in (similar to a wallflower, have minimal social skills).
3. The ones who make being nerdy look cool (wear cute outfits, social butterflies).
This camp has them all. I would consider myself in the second category. Not too eccentric, fairly normal and decently dressed.

3. I’m actually not that fantastic of a reader. I’m considered only average here. I don’t read incredibly fast or comprehend the deeper meaning of a novel right off the bat. It’s frustrating and nice at the same time. I’m used to being considered an oddball back home and here I’m normal but it also takes away that part of me that made me feel special.

4. Poetry is extremely hard for me to compose. I got into the fairly intense Writer’s Workshop class and today was our first class. We worked in a coffee shop on different prompts. Requiring me to writing two poems which are posted below.
First was a poem that we had to construct using only substantive words (no articles or pronouns or fluff words) found in the “Lay your sleeping head, my love” by W. H. Auden.

this is no ordinary night
the world watches and whispers
the knock of midnight
foretold the rise of the faithless

Second was a poem imitation of “Storm Warnings” by Adrieen Rich. I did stanza three.

Alternating procrastinating and finishing work
Outlines the struggles of a scholar
That teachers and parents fail to change
No sense of time makes plan unsuccessful
Leaving few free moments
A frustration to all; emotions will rise
Nothing left but to weather the storm

“It’s not differences that divide us. It’s our judgments about each other that do.” -Margaret Wheatley

Nerd Camp Day One

Today I started my very first out of state camp. I’ve been to horse camp and Indiana State University summer course camp and this summer I participated in Hoosier Girls’ State (a mock government camp) with 600 other girls. But there is still something frightening about going 800 miles away from home for a camp. I’m here though, despite all my qualms. And I’m having a pretty decent time. The inner nerd in me is stoked because I am at a book camp. Literally, we have classes to discuss literature and there was a 400 page book on our desks to welcome us. We get to pick two classes, one art elective and one literature elective. This is nerd heaven.

As a bonus, I even like my roommate. She is a rising junior with two brothers also in attendance, one as a councilor and one as an intermediate camper. She plays soccer just like me and as offered to train with me during free time, though she actually enjoys running! I think we will get along just fine throughout this week.

Well, it’s late and I need my wits about me for tomorrow! Adios, Internet!

“Today a reader, tomorrow a leader.” -Margaret Fuller

Never enough time!

Hi! I’m finally getting a chance to write a post. It’s been a crazy last couple of days! I’m in the car finally on the way to our hotel (more about that later) right now. The last time I wrote, I was on a bus to the airport so let me catch you up.

I made it to the airport safely, then things got hairy. My sister had packed two bags for me to check since I was flying Southwest and got 2 free bags. It worked out well. She was able to put all the stuff her family would need until the movers arrived with their stuff, which could take two weeks. The problem arose when I attempted to transport those bags (a large suitcase and duffel bag) along with my own carry on suitcase and bookbag. In total, I was trying to move 100 lbs. of stuff through an airport to a check in counter. I stacked the duffel bag on the larger suitcase and started my journey. I would make it about ten steps before I would have to stop, regroup, catch my breath and continue on. It was a long, arduous process. But I made it and it made my stuff seem much lighter.

I arrived at the gate with no incidents and was able to board smoothly. The thing was, Southwest has non-assigned seating and I was slated to board near the end. By the time I got on the plane, every window seat was taken. I finally opted for an aisle seat in the last row of the plane. Bad choice. When I sat down, the middle seat was vacant and by the time we took off, a wide shouldered guy was occupying the seat. To make matters worse, the man in the window seat was very wide. So the middle seat guy was leaning to the right to give the guy on his left some space which put him in my space and I couldn’t lean into the aisle. For the next 4.5 hours, I did my best to move as little as possible. And for the icing on the cake, all of my electronics died. Let’s just say, it was a long flight.

Once I landed in Nashville, I immediately found some grub (I hadn’t eaten all day except for an applesauce cup and some cashews). The rest of my journey into Detroit was fairly uneventful aside from the delayed takeoff. I was feeling tired but pretty good until I went to collect my luggage. My mom was unable to pull up to the curb and was a good distance from the arrivals due to an incredibly long traffic line. I made the stupid decision to walk to her only to discover that the 50 lb. suitcase had lost a wheel so I was literally dragging it down the sidewalk. I would be able to make it a couple cars before I would stop to massage my poor wrist. Thankfully she was able to eventually pull up and rescue me.

We then set off for an adventure in Detroit. I was hungry and craving Taco Bell. She was nice enough to indulge me on the condition that she could use the restroom. We arrived at 1 am to find the drive thru open but the lobby locked up. Sorry mom! It worked out though. We made a side trip for shakes and a restroom break after our tacos. Overall, it wasn’t a half bad night. It was 4 am by the time we got home. After being gone for 2.5 weeks, I walked in, brushed my teeth, took out my contacts, crawled into my bed and promptly fell asleep.

Friday, I attempted to pack the whole month of July into one day. It didn’t work out well. I was able to unpack and repack, visit our county fair and sit down for a family dinner. That was it. I was home for 33 hours which including sleeping time.

Now I’m in the car with my mom on the way to Amherst College in Massachusetts. We’ve driven out of Indiana, across Ohio, momentarily in Pennsylvania and into New York where we are stopping for the night. Finding a hotel was near impossible. We called 10 different places and spent 40 minutes on the phone with Expedia before finally finding a place to stay.

Well, we’ve arrived and it’s time for me to crash!

“Life is a journey to be experienced, not a problem to be solved.” -Pooh

The wheels on the bus…

Today’s the big day. The day when I leave California and return to Corntown, Indiana. I’m only on my first leg of the journey and it’s already been eventful.

We were supposed to be up at 6 am. That didn’t happen. Instead, we woke up at 7:30 with three suitcases to pack and I needed to take a shower. My airbus was scheduled to pull out at 8:30 sharp. With a ten minute travel period needed, that left us with less than an hour. After finally comprehending what time it was, I jumped out of bed, actually it was more like a roll due to the squishy air mattress on which I was sleeping. I hopped in the shower as my sister frantically ran around trying to get everything to fit in the bags and have it under 50 lbs. It was 7:45 by the time I was dressed and ready. Last night we had planned on leaving by 8. That was definitely not going to happen. After 20 minutes of intense packing, I said goodbye to Mickey, Felix, and Irene (Mickey’s mom) and Kristy and I drove off. We talked about how much we would miss each other, our favorite memories from this trip (Disneyland!), and how much we loved each other. All too soon (for us) and with a few minutes to spare, we arrived at the airbus station. It was located in what I would consider the boonies of Southern California. The people were less than welcoming and were actually quite terse, complaining that we were holding up the bus when there was another girl who arrived while we were saying goodbye. The goodbye was hard, just like I said it would be last night. As I write this on the bus, my eyes are tearing up. Oh well, crying is good for the soul, right? Anyway, I got on the airbus all alone and set off on a grand adventure. The bus has free wifi which is a perk and my bus driver isn’t as mean as I had originally thought. That just shows how bad snap judgments can be. I’ve just been informed that we will be driving through Malibu and that I chose the non-ocean view side of the bus (bummer!), so no photo taking for me. I guess I’ll use this time to relax and try not to cry. Best of luck to me!

“Happiness is a state of mind. It’s just according to the way you look at things.” -Walt Disney Company

Prince Charming, I’m waiting…

As I lay here trying to fall asleep, I have come to the realization that I am Prince Charming-less. Today was my sister’s third wedding anniversary. With a husband who can’t really even tie his own shoes right now, it wasn’t a super romantic night. Add in a mother-in-law and a younger sister and you have the makings for one of the most boring anniversary nights ever. The one thing they did do was share their favorite moments. My sister, Kristy’s were the letters that they wrote each other while dating long distance for 4+ years. Her husband, Mickey’s were the honeymoon and the proposal, the fairly standard things. One thing that Kristy said really struck me. It was that there was never a doubt in her mind that they were going to get married despite the fact that they hadn’t talked about it. She was positive that Mickey was the guy for her. I’ve never felt that. Granted, I am young and still in high school. But I haven’t even felt that way about any guy that I have ever gone out with or “talked” to. I mean, they were good guys and that’s why I gave it a shot. I don’t even feel that way about some of the guys that I have crushes on. Sometimes I wonder what I would say if any of them asked me out, probably “um…” or “can I think about it?” Not the best things to start with. So far, that hasn’t been a problem. I’m waiting to be swept off my feet by a want to say “yes!” to someone. That’s probably why I haven’t had my first kiss yet. I see no reason to waste it on someone who I don’t deem worthy. Someday my prince will come… But in the meantime, I’m going to live my life as a proud single girl. I’ve got time.

“Piglet- How do you spell love?
Pooh- You don’t spell love. You feel it.” -Winnie the Pooh