On the shore
I wait and tremble
Knowing not was is to come
Your whispering call
Is hard to ignore
And your hands are ghosts at my sides
Though my fears tug me back
I go on foreword
For the shadows have past
And I now walk in the light
Though my path is unknown
And my future unclear
I know it must all begin here
One chance, one choice
A break of a wave
Over the surface of my life
Let the ripple come
And reach my restful water
Put in motion
My new found life
Though my eyes are blind
To what is to come
I must take that destined dive
To begin
What will be
And what will become the past
Like endless drifting ocean
Life is just a cycle
Crashing and returning
To whence it came
My past stays with me
My future is but a step away
So as I stand on the shore
I move with certainty
For my future waits
Without a doubt
It is there for all to see
And I go for all my past
And make my present
What it was meant to be
With simple lapping of the waves
My journey begins
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
UW Oshkosh
Today, I visited UW Oshkosh for their Express Yourself preview day. Overall, I enjoyed the day. I really appreciated that they had a preview day for specific majors. It made my selection process much easier.
The first session was about internships. Though, it was mostly focused on journalism, I did get the idea they wanted to get across. Get an internship. And they can help me to do so. So naturally, that was nice. Only complaint was that it was very early and I found myself zoning out a bit and unable to focus at times.
At this point, I am all alone. No parents or friends along with me. But thankfully, two guys decided to talk to me. Alex and Kyle, I owe most of my enjoyment of the day to you. You also showed me that I still can make friends easily. That will come in handy.
The second session was about social media in journalism. However they also talked about communications, which I am interested in minoring. So that was nice. They also showed new techniques they practice that use facebook, twitter, youtube, ect to analyze people. Very nice. I enjoyed it a lot.
Next was lunch. The food was yummy and veghead friendly. Alex and Kyle made sure I didn't have to sit alone like a sad little high schooler. They also had friends on campus, who came and sat with us. I got to learn more about student life and get a taste of the variety of people on campus. Thank you, students whose name I cannot remember.
The third session was my favorite. Creative Writing! Unfortunately, like most UW, they only have it as a minor. But it goes very well with an English major and work nicely as a double minor with communications. The teachers that persented were very cool and open. They answered all of my questions and seemed very interested in me. They gave me some advice on what classes to take and were really nice and open.
I took a tour of campus. It is much larger than Green Bay and seems a bit more organized. And there were a lot more people around! Our tour guide also told us a lot about what there is to do around campus and all of the groups and clubs there are. That was nice. We also got to spy on some lectures and sit in a classroom. The dorm rooms are...dorm roomy. A bit bigger than Point! But hey, it's college. And they are building a suit dorm that will be for sophomores are will be first opened to student when I am a sophomore. Fate? The gym looked cool with lots of free dance classes. Even zumba! And the library was nice, lots of books (surprise lol). Oh and there campus store was having a books less than $2 sale. Ah, my kind of store. With a big coffee place right next door. Brilliant set up.
So, in a few words, new top runner.
The first session was about internships. Though, it was mostly focused on journalism, I did get the idea they wanted to get across. Get an internship. And they can help me to do so. So naturally, that was nice. Only complaint was that it was very early and I found myself zoning out a bit and unable to focus at times.
At this point, I am all alone. No parents or friends along with me. But thankfully, two guys decided to talk to me. Alex and Kyle, I owe most of my enjoyment of the day to you. You also showed me that I still can make friends easily. That will come in handy.
The second session was about social media in journalism. However they also talked about communications, which I am interested in minoring. So that was nice. They also showed new techniques they practice that use facebook, twitter, youtube, ect to analyze people. Very nice. I enjoyed it a lot.
Next was lunch. The food was yummy and veghead friendly. Alex and Kyle made sure I didn't have to sit alone like a sad little high schooler. They also had friends on campus, who came and sat with us. I got to learn more about student life and get a taste of the variety of people on campus. Thank you, students whose name I cannot remember.
The third session was my favorite. Creative Writing! Unfortunately, like most UW, they only have it as a minor. But it goes very well with an English major and work nicely as a double minor with communications. The teachers that persented were very cool and open. They answered all of my questions and seemed very interested in me. They gave me some advice on what classes to take and were really nice and open.
I took a tour of campus. It is much larger than Green Bay and seems a bit more organized. And there were a lot more people around! Our tour guide also told us a lot about what there is to do around campus and all of the groups and clubs there are. That was nice. We also got to spy on some lectures and sit in a classroom. The dorm rooms are...dorm roomy. A bit bigger than Point! But hey, it's college. And they are building a suit dorm that will be for sophomores are will be first opened to student when I am a sophomore. Fate? The gym looked cool with lots of free dance classes. Even zumba! And the library was nice, lots of books (surprise lol). Oh and there campus store was having a books less than $2 sale. Ah, my kind of store. With a big coffee place right next door. Brilliant set up.
So, in a few words, new top runner.
NaNoWriMo'10 - beginning
And in that moment, I was utterly alone. A fresh breeze picked up and fluttered my hair. I shuffled my feet against the grey concrete and bit my slightly chapped lips. I tucked my hair back in place and eyed the area around me. Mothers were clutching their new young adults and fathers were patting their backs offering comforting words. A girl near me was fighting back tears. Most of the guys just looked uncomfortable. Other families kept it short. Just pats on the back, last minute checking, maybe a quick hug,and then it was over. Mine was too drawn out.
“Everything out?” my father said as he looked into the obviously empty trunk of the minivan.
“So it seems,” I said and shifted my weight from one foot to the other.
“If you have any trouble with the loft, just ask the front desk, they’ve all done it before,” my mother tittered and shuffled her keys.
“Right,” I nodded.
“Make sure you get a chain or something to put your key on,” my father reminded as he caught sight of it in my hands. I tucked it into my pocket.
“Sure thing,” I returned with a small smile.
“And...” my mother said slowly, searching for more reminders. “And...just call if you need anything.”
“Anytime,” my father reassured.
“Thanks,” I said, “I will.”
“Well then,” my father said, “Must be off.” He pulled me in for a hug and I returned it. I turned to face my mother and she had her turn. She smiled straight, but I saw her eyes getting watery.
“You’ll do great,” she whispered in my ear.
“Thanks, Mom,” I said back.
They stepped away and repeated some last minute reminders. I nodded at each one, hoping to be reassuring. My mother reached out of the passenger side window and squeezed my hand. My father waved as he backed out. With a turn of a corner, they were gone.
They had kept it clean, no snot or tears left on me. Pretty good for single kid parents. I was grateful. But now, as I stood in a sea of families, I was sticking out anyway. So I took a breath and stuffed my hands into my pockets. I turn and headed into my dorm.
The halls had become sparse. I passed a couple of rooms with doors open.
A group of guys in the one, shouting and crowding. The next a guy hunched over his computer. Up the stairs. Two girls squealing. A girl talking loudly on her phone. One just sitting there. In her new butterfly chair, staring at the wall. And then my room. The door was already open. My new roommate was at her computer with ear buds in. Her eyes strayed to me as I walked in. I sat down at my desk under my loft. She swiveled her chair to face me. She paused her ipod and removed the ear buds. She eyed me from behind her red rectangle glasses.
Her name was Jillian. We first corresponded a month earlier. She had a list of what she would bring to the room and what she expected me to bring. She checked in a week later to make sure I had it all. Then she disappeared until orientation. Her almond eyes were sharp and a deep green. She tucked a loose hair expertly back into her bun.
“You left the door open,” she said.
“Oh,” I said and stood up. I shut it quietly. Jillian tilted her head at me.
“You left it open when you left,” she said.
“Oh,” I said again. I leaned against the door awkwardly. “Sorry.”
“Someone could have come in,” she explained as she adjusted her blouse.
“Yeah, I was distracted,” I said and brushed my hand against the wall. “I'll close it from now on.”
Jillian observed me for a minute longer and then returned to her original position. I opened my mouth to ask...something. What are you listening to? What are you working on? Are you always going to be this way? But I just closed it instead. I returned to my desk and turned on my shiny, new laptop. My background of a picture of me and my friends smiling and cheering from graduation greeted me. I stared at their frozen smiling pictures and then glanced back at Jillian. Welcome to college.
“Everything out?” my father said as he looked into the obviously empty trunk of the minivan.
“So it seems,” I said and shifted my weight from one foot to the other.
“If you have any trouble with the loft, just ask the front desk, they’ve all done it before,” my mother tittered and shuffled her keys.
“Right,” I nodded.
“Make sure you get a chain or something to put your key on,” my father reminded as he caught sight of it in my hands. I tucked it into my pocket.
“Sure thing,” I returned with a small smile.
“And...” my mother said slowly, searching for more reminders. “And...just call if you need anything.”
“Anytime,” my father reassured.
“Thanks,” I said, “I will.”
“Well then,” my father said, “Must be off.” He pulled me in for a hug and I returned it. I turned to face my mother and she had her turn. She smiled straight, but I saw her eyes getting watery.
“You’ll do great,” she whispered in my ear.
“Thanks, Mom,” I said back.
They stepped away and repeated some last minute reminders. I nodded at each one, hoping to be reassuring. My mother reached out of the passenger side window and squeezed my hand. My father waved as he backed out. With a turn of a corner, they were gone.
They had kept it clean, no snot or tears left on me. Pretty good for single kid parents. I was grateful. But now, as I stood in a sea of families, I was sticking out anyway. So I took a breath and stuffed my hands into my pockets. I turn and headed into my dorm.
The halls had become sparse. I passed a couple of rooms with doors open.
A group of guys in the one, shouting and crowding. The next a guy hunched over his computer. Up the stairs. Two girls squealing. A girl talking loudly on her phone. One just sitting there. In her new butterfly chair, staring at the wall. And then my room. The door was already open. My new roommate was at her computer with ear buds in. Her eyes strayed to me as I walked in. I sat down at my desk under my loft. She swiveled her chair to face me. She paused her ipod and removed the ear buds. She eyed me from behind her red rectangle glasses.
Her name was Jillian. We first corresponded a month earlier. She had a list of what she would bring to the room and what she expected me to bring. She checked in a week later to make sure I had it all. Then she disappeared until orientation. Her almond eyes were sharp and a deep green. She tucked a loose hair expertly back into her bun.
“You left the door open,” she said.
“Oh,” I said and stood up. I shut it quietly. Jillian tilted her head at me.
“You left it open when you left,” she said.
“Oh,” I said again. I leaned against the door awkwardly. “Sorry.”
“Someone could have come in,” she explained as she adjusted her blouse.
“Yeah, I was distracted,” I said and brushed my hand against the wall. “I'll close it from now on.”
Jillian observed me for a minute longer and then returned to her original position. I opened my mouth to ask...something. What are you listening to? What are you working on? Are you always going to be this way? But I just closed it instead. I returned to my desk and turned on my shiny, new laptop. My background of a picture of me and my friends smiling and cheering from graduation greeted me. I stared at their frozen smiling pictures and then glanced back at Jillian. Welcome to college.
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