Monthly Archives: April 2012

The First Day is Always the Hardest

I will advise those that dare to read this to be prepared to feel sad.
Or maybe you’ll think I’m pathetic for being so sad.

Either way, this post is about feelings.

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A change that I am all for.

They say when you come to college, it’s nothing like high school.

I think the biggest change that I am the most welcome to is the direction you can take with papers. Just reflecting on past papers and thinking of ones that I shall be writing in the near future for the end of this year, I’ve been able to write about things that I wouldn’t have thought to be possible in a high school setting…well, either that or high schools are strict on what to write.

The first paper that made me realize that I had lots of power with writing was my first-year end of the year term paper. Depending on what class you took in the Spring, your term paper could be written on things about discussing Harry Potter and whether its fiction to the effect of biotechnology in processed foods in future (near apocalypse?) societies.

I had the opportunity to rant and rave about cannibalism for ten pages. How often do you get to write ten pages about something like that? And now, I am in the midst of writing abook analysis connecting the gory, but everloved Battle Royale, the precursor to all things Hunger Games and anything of the sorts to group approaches to communication. Later this week, I’ll be able to conduct research and discuss sexual ethics through the unitive view of sex…that to me, is just amazing.

It’s not everyday that you get to talk about things like this. It’s not everyday that you get to chose a book that you love and examine it through the different types of classes you take in school. This sense of freedom of being able to draw in interests to something that some students find a pain in the butt (such as writing papers) is a powerful thing and I hope that when I become a teacher, I can use this experience and hopefully show students that writing isn’t just a dreadful process. It can be something that could be potentially fun.

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Eating our feelings in cookies.

Tensions were running high for sophomores and juniors as they sat in their classrooms and thinking about how in a couple hours they were going to be choosing housing for the next year.

My friends and I had already had a housing plan, plus four backups, because of our unfortunately high lottery number. Six seemed like an awkward number and that not many other groups of that number existed. Even as we sat in the dining hall, eagerly waiting for our number to be called, we saw that the sextet apartments and houses were still up for grabs and our hopes were still high.

Unfortunately, this stressful situation turned for the worse. The group that was once now six became a four and a two, forcing us to split up into separate groups in separate houses. (So much for group bonding!) As sad as it is to be two separate groups living in separate houses, I’m not too upset at the apartment my roommate and I ended up getting tonight. Even though I’ve never had the opportunity to have my own room, this studio apartment will just have to do for next year.

The most fortunate thing about this housing selection process was the waiting list. Obviously, our group wasn’t put into our ideal situation and so if anything were to happen between now and next year, we could definitely have a chance in getting our picks that we had originally planned out.

As the girls trudged back to our room, exhausted and spent from the stressful housing selection process, the only thing that they were looking forward to was keeping their minds off of the disappointment that had just filled their night.

“What are you going to be doing for the rest of the night?”
“I don’t know I’m pretty tired. Probably turn in early…after I eat some of these cookies. I’m just going to eat my feelings in cookies. Would you like to join me?”
“May I have a cookie then? I’ll join you…”

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What does Safecamp mean to me.

For those that don’t know, this is the safe camp symbol, which is found in the Hobo Code.

While I’ve never seen it in person, this symbol has a profound impact on my life and it starts with two words: Circa Survive.

Just to shed a little light for those that don’t know, Circa Survive is a progressive rock band out of Philly and they have had the biggest influence in my life, music-wise. It all started Freshman year in guided study. I had just got ‘In Fear and Faith’ on my chunky gold ipod mini and for those next 3 minutes of my life, I was whisked away to a far away and wonderful place…and so the musical crush was formed.

Circa Survive didn’t start associating their music with the safe camp symbol until work on their third albumBlue Sky Noise was underway. I started seeing the symbol everywhere with them and I decided to do some research. Along with doing my own research, an episode of Criminal Minds featured the Hobo Code and I finally made connections in my head.

The safe camp symbol is usually drawn with a squiggly top line instead of the straight one pictured above and also has two circles on both sides of the X. It translates to show other homeless that there is a safe campsite with fresh water. These messages were written either on stones, etched into tree bark, or any other place near the site that would give other homeless people a sign.

The way I see it, Circa Survive has adopted this symbol and its fans (as well as myself) can easily understand why. We (and I’m speaking collectively of the CS fanbase) have really found solice in this band, their music, their lyrics, everything Circa Survive. I went through a pretty rough patch in my high school years and music was the only escape I had. Circa Survive had some of the deepest lyrics and went beyond just what was sung in harmony. And that’s how I came to really jive with what the lyrics had to say. In a nutshell, really.

My final words on this post is just my justification for a safe camp tattoo on some part of my body and due to the nature of my future occupation, a small and out of the way tattoo would be wonderful just to have somewhere on my body. This could be a whole other opinion post about tattoos, but if there’s one thing that I want permanently inked into my skin for all the world to (maybe) see, then the safe camp symbol is what I’d choose.

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3, 2, 1…

And we’re live!
…if you can say that about blogs.

I guess this is the obligatory first introductions post to this blog.

My intention for creating this blog was the fact that I have this sudden urges to just…write/type.

So hopefully, there will be some substance to this blog, and by substance I pretty much mean some ramblings that seem to want to spill out of me. But I am excited to see how this ends up turning out.