Homework for the Overactive Brain

Today's Quote--"Happy birthday to me, Happy birthday to me..."

Friday, January 17, 2003

 

Today's Quote--"Don't be afraid to take a big step if one is indicated. You can't cross a chasm in two small jumps."--David Lloyd George
And so ends the first week of classes. Egads. If things get any more hectic and crazy, I'll die before midterms, and finals will just be...*shudder*...don't want to think about it. However, the weekend is here, and that makes life more bearable, especially since it's a three day weekend. Someone want to explain to me why we get MLK Jr day off and not Labor Day or Memorial Day? Yeah, I don't get it either...ahhh, the joys of a private school. LOL, private my butt, I still say we're living in a fishbowl, though with the addition of the 2nd class things are a little better.

It's interesting how I feel about my relation to the 2nd class. I love them, I really do, but they still feel different, like there's something missing. It's the expereince of the first year that they lack, the knowledge of those other people, of the things we went through. I can't hold it against them, but I feel so comfortable with the first class. I go into a class with all freshmen and I get nervous, feel out of place. But when we had the plenary with only sophomores, there was something there, some feeling of being home, of being in my element that was so wonderful. I guess it's a matter of the hardships I've gone through with those people, we have such a huge connection, especially since we were all in the first class, we're pioneers together. I'm only afraid of next year. Half of my class will be gone from my life for an entire year. What am I going to do? How will I survive, not seeing all my friends, E, J, S, A, for an enitre year? I will have friends here still, and the few freshmen who I'm close with will be here, but the idea of SUA without those people is painful, scary, and hard to imagine. These are my brothers and sisters. I'll worry about them, I won't see them, how can we...live with it?

Our senior year will be even more painful. Realizing that once it's over, we'll never be together like this again...High school had that effect, but this one frieghtens me more. When we leave here, it will be to go to the ends of the earth. It won't be like I can find them again when I go home. When we're gone, what will SUA look like? Will the 2nd class miss us? The third? The fourth? Will the fifth even care? I guess it is the fate of pioneers, to build, to suffer, to create, then to let things go, to step back, away, and let the future generations continue to create, to improve our creations. This is my home, this is my dream, I want those future generations to know that, to care about that, and to do nothing to destroy that. What can I do now? Wait...work...and continue to pioneer this Soka Dream. Hmmmmm....

GL 3:21 PM