Hair

So, I wanted to wait and blog last night, because I went to see "Hair" last night and wanted to talk about my thoughts on the performance. Then I got caught up in the performance that I forgot to blog last night. My grandma lives in Muncie, and she loves that I live here now and always wants to hang out. So, she bought a season pass to the theatre this year, and then surprised me with season tickets so that I will go with her. I love the theatre so I didn't mind at all. After we were in our seats, this older man with a nice button down and salt and pepper hair sat next to us. After a little while he said, "I just feel like informing you that my son is the one with the longer dark hair. I kind of think he looks like Rancid. God, I can't wait for him to be able to look like himself again and cut off all of that hair." The play was very liberal, and just an all around good play. The end of Act 1 is a little shocking, but I'm not going to go into any details. It just added to the in your face kind of play it was. It wanted to truly portray the decade. I really felt like I was there at times, but sometimes that was the only problem I had with it. I felt like I was intruding, and some parts I felt uncomfortable. I think the playwright is

written to do this on purpose. I would definitely recommend going to see it.

I'm Always Watching The Door

So, this is what I left you to become. You wouldn't be happy about it, or even remotely understand. I like what I learned from you, but I wish you could be here to see me now. I know that isn't even close to a realistic thought. I blocked out all of the good music, memories, and knowledgeI took from you for a while. Mostly because the thought of you put a pit in my stomach, but I can't anymore. Listening to it now makes me think of how I felt then without the missing you, but before tonight it just made me yearn to find a way back into your thoughts or heart. I hate this sour note that I feel like we've been stuck on for a couple months now, but I feel like it might ring this way forever. I'm dealing with it rather well, I think anyways. You should be proud of me, but instead you were jealous and insecure. I'm over it & obviously you were done from the beginning.

Home

Home has been such a confusing topic for me since the beginning of summer. I lived in Atlanta with some friends of the family this summer, because I thought it would be an interesting experience. Along with that, I felt like I was always having to talk about how I was "moving away and leaving everyone", and after about two weeks of that I was already tired of hearing about it. I love my family and friends back home, but I just needed to get away sooner than just when school started. I was home for about a week and a half before moving here, and I couldn't have been more ready to move after such a short period of time. It makes me feel like moving down there was a good decision. It makes me really miss my friends from home even more though, since I haven't really spent time relaxing with them this summer. Today I was flipping through pictures on my computer, and some old ones from last summer came up, and it made me super homesick. I just wish they were here getting the same experience that I get to have.

Ishmael Beah

While reading A Long Way Gone it was really hard for me to relate to. It was also hard for me to grasp that his story was real, and that it happens to so many in Africa. After watching the video in class that was showing other people affected by this civil war, it was a little easier for me. Seeing him on Tuesday really hit the topic home for me, though. It's amazing to me that someone can be so optimistic after going through something that tragic. Going into it, I kind of expected an upbeat person who was passionate about his cause, but he was even more than I imagined. He was captivating and humorous, and I didn't really expect that either. I enjoyed hearing him talk about how he wouldn't change his experience, because it gave him strength and he can now help others through his strength. He said that we all have that type of strength inside us. While reading the book, I always placed myself in his shoes and thought about how I would react to the situation. I really didn't feel like I could have done even 1/3 of the things that he did. Even though we feel like he didn't have a choice, he could have given up, and I think that I would have taken the more cowardly route. He was so full of hope, and just listening to him talk made me a little more hopeful, also.

Room mate

This summer before I came to Ball State, I went on the room mate search to find a room mate for this year. It seemed like a good idea, because then I didn't get stuck with some random person, but at the same time, I had never met them or didn't grow up with them. The idea of rooming with someone from my home town still gives me goose bumps. So, I started talking to this one girl with the same major as me, and we decided that it'd be a good match. A week before it was time to move in, I got a call from the housing department and they told me that she had withdrew at the last minute and that I was now rooming with someone else, but that she was in the air force and wouldn't be arriving until the first week of September. At first I was really nervous and frustrated, because I didn't want to be roomed with some strict girl from the armed forces, but now that Haley is here I'm not upset about it at all. It was probably better that it worked out this way anyways. We're not super close, actually we hardly talk unless we're in the same room together, but I kind of like that. I don't have someone tagging along all the time. Sometimes I feel bad though, because she doesn't really know anyone here, and she hasn't been home since March. She seems very independent, though, and she likes to go home to Carmel on the weekends. I guess I have really mixed feelings about the whole set up, but I'm making the best out of it, and really I could get along with anyone if they were willing to get along with me.

Home away from home

Last weekend I went home for the break. I left right after my Communications class that ends at four, and I had to ride in the car with my dad for 3 1/2 hours! Since he never stops talking, harping, and telling me what I need to be doing for the entire time I'm at school. Sometimes I just want to tell him that the more he repeats things the more I ignore him and his suggestions. I do appreciate him, though, and he's been so much help filling out school stuff from the beginning. He really loves that I go here, because he went here. He always tells me how awesome it is now compared to when he went here, and he grew up in Muncie, so he missed out on living in the dorms. I enjoyed seeing all of my friends, but I was in Georgia for the majority of my summer, so I'm really used to not seeing them that much. I always have fun with them, but I think sometimes we have too much fun for our own good. I always had my priorities right, and I encourage the same for them, but sometimes they don't realize how now will affect their future. I ended up coming back here a day earlier than planned. I did this mostly because the entire weekend I was worrying about getting my homework done for here, and I couldn't concentrate at home. Sunday night was weird here, because so many people went home for the entire weekend. Going home made me realize how much I don't miss high school, and how much more school means to me now compared to last year.

Free write

So, this is my free write. I keep thinking of lots different topics to use, but they're all I'm too closely attached to and have all been pretty over analyzed. I just thought of this one. I think it will be the right fit. So, I think this is going to be my opening paragraph or around what it will look like.

It was Christmas time in New Buffalo, Michigan. The same town where more than half of the population actually resides in Chicago, but they all drive to the lake for weekends at a time during summer or on warmer holiday weekends. It's noon on a Saturday, and I've only waited on one table after being there for more than two hours. Talk about a slow day. Then a clump of six people walk in all smiling and bundled up in their North Face jackets and other expensive looking winter wear. Even though they were happy, I wasn't as thrilled. It wasn't because I'm lazy or didn't want to talk to anyone. It was because I knew how pissed Glenn would be once he saw the six people. You think the genius and creator behind all of the home made soups and the best tomato basil bread would be happy or think, 'Oh great! They love my food and continue to make me money!' Instead, Glenn would react in the same manner as if an entire school bus of screaming children just took over the dining room and were all screaming for different items. I wasn't thrilled, because I had seen him throw a fit over things even less complicated than a table of six adults. All I could ask myself every time my boss had a little panic attack over the simple things in life was 'Why the hell I still work here?' Which sometimes would lead to another question. 'How the hell did I get here?"

My week so far

I know this week has only consisted of two days so far, but it already has been busy. One thing about college is that you usually know what is going on for the rest of the week, and sometimes that is more stressful than just knowing you have a lot of homework for one night. On the other hand, it's easier to know that if you have a lot of time one day and not a lot on another day then you can get ahead. I'm really nervous to write the paper for this class! It'll be my first one since I've been here, and it's hard for me to think of a time to write that wasn't a huge significance. I feel like all my classes require so much reading, and then we take notes for like 15 minutes on what I just read for like ten hours! Frustrating.