Every Day Questions

Is it hard?

Yes.

But that’s okay. We make the most of what we have, and that’s enough for right now. I’m a better person for all of it and I will continue to be. Every day is better and brighter because of it. If I start to stress about it, I just repeat the words in my head, and then I can’t help but to beam. Every day is new and different, but I’m okay with that. It just comes down to staying true to who I am, then nothing can really go wrong.

Is it worth it?

Yes.

Every little bit, yes. I mean, it’s all I’ve ever known. I guess I have nothing to compare it to.

Is there anything there?

I don’t know.

It would depend on so many things and reality tells me no. But I can’t say that I don’t dream about it, because I do. Every day.

Flip Flop Ready

I want it to be summer. I’m done with the cold winds and the snow and putting off homework every night. I really just want to feel that strange feeling that comes with summer. The feeling of realizing that I have nothing I HAVE to do tomorrow, no time I HAVE to be up by. I want to lie (maybe it’s lay, I don’t even know because I did so poorly on the grammar exam I have no clue anymore) in the sun all day and just not care to do anything else. (Wearing sunscreen of course.) I want to be able to get up and just race my dog across the yard. I want to go to Boston and walk around Beacon Hill all afternoon. I want to drink smoothies and eat cold sandwiches for every meal and not get cold. I want to drive with all the windows down and still feel hot. I want it to be summer.

The Best Medication

The dollar theatre is a magical place.

For either a little over or a little under a dollar, depending on when you go, you can escape reality for a few hours. My custom is to sneak in outside food in my overlarge purse/bag: Peanut M&M's, apples, French fries, peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, whatever is desired. This weekend, the choice was a bag of mini Butterfingers and Kettle Barbeque chips. My friend and I were having a rough couple of days and Saturday was the peak of our pain. “The Blind Side,” along with the crunch of the chips and candy bars, medicated our aches as best as we could have hoped. I even took a therapeutic power nap on my friend’s shoulder during the movie.

Never mind that when we arrived, we walked from our car through the cold into the theatre and when the movie was out, the cold air had escalated into a snowy blizzard. We hate the snow.

Back to reality.

The college experience can be so different depending on where you go. Last weekend I visited friends who attend a very small university on the east coast. The campus tour took about 10 minutes. In that time I saw every academic building, every statue, every dorm, every dining hall, the library, the campus center, and even the little coffee shop the kids go to. Every classroom only fits about 25 students and the architecture was so beautiful it just made me want to stop stare. The college experience my friends are getting there seems similar to the one I received in high school, very personal and community oriented. But big school have their perks too. They are great for the sports and performing scenes. Our crowds at big games would swallow the entire student body of that small east coast school and there is nothing like hearing a roar of applause at the end of a show. But when I walk to class, I’m lucky if I see one person I know in the sea of 36,000 students.

So big and loud or small and personal? I’m not sure which is better or which one I would really prefer.