imagine warped tour except in winter and instead of stages they do bonfires and all the bands do acoustic campfire renditions of their songs and everybody crowds around to get warm and all the merch is like sweaters and ski hats and there’s hot chocolate and snow and stuff
so bored right now so ask me questions:)
30. How is my heart lately?
I would have to say pretty poor. This stage of life has been a much harder transition for me than I ever expected. It started with getting really sick to the point where my doctors, my family and I thought I was going to die…. Then when everything was finally balanced out (praise Jesus he let me live) graduating high school and making up all my missing work. By that time I had already missed all the SAT dates so I had no choice but to go to Chemeketa. Anyways summer going into freshman year of college sucked and the following year of college sucked and now this summer has been slightly better but pretty rough as well and I start college again in the last place I want to be. Needless to say my heart isn’t super happy about it. I find Chemeketa very depressing and discouraging. It doesn’t help that I don’t really have friends so I’m really lonely as well. All my friends have either moved back to college already or are leaving in about 20 days. I have Kaleb and Morgan that I hang out with here and Morgan might be leaving too. My heart is discouraged, sad, and lonely but always hopeful looking forward that it gets better. I have lots be thankful for and that’s what I remind myself of when I get sad (which is typically at night, and lately it’s been every night).
At Stanford there was this Professor who was a total bitch and she taught British Literature, which was cool. Except she taught only her opinions of the books and it didn’t help me as a writer. I went to school to learn new things to improve my craft, not have someone else’s opinions carved onto my forehead.
So anyway, for our final project, she asked us to write a ten page paper on why the color symbolism in Othello was so significant. I did some research and it turned out that she did her entire graduate thesis on this very subject. I was mad. This wasn’t teaching, this was boosting her ego. SO I wrote a ten page essay on why color symbolism in Othello wasn’t significant, satirizing it to the point of no return, saying that her opinion was an opinion and shouldn’t be taken seriously.
SHe failed me, needless to say. So in retaliation, I responded by baking a batch of brownies laced with weed and laxatives and delivered them myself to the professor hours before her big graduation speech. I told her that it was a peace offering, my way of apologizing and asking if I could do anything to fix my grade.
She refused to fix my grade.
In the end, she shit herself on stage.
I didn’t regret it.
Build each other up, we have enough destruction from the world and we never know who is about to collapse. Make the strengthening of the souls structure a serious business, because we are all called to help each other out, remind each other that we are built on the rock.