Happy is a funny thing. You can think you are happy one minute, be jealous of someone else’s happy the next. And who says that that person is happy? Oprah may just want to go home and eat a bowl of cheetos in private, and perhaps she does. This is her final season after all.
So who can claim to be REALLY happy?
Me, right now at least. I am a published writer, living in a crazy house, walking to classes I like every morning in the sun.
So for now. I hold the happy. Jealous right?
I wonder if I will ever be able to stay in one place.
If you would have asked me six months ago, I would have said that I would never want to leave JMU. That my life here was so perfect and I never wanted to go home… Now? Now, I have that familiar itch to move. That stirring feeling that has me car shopping instead of studying for finals, shutting people off that I would have once considered my best friends, and moving on.
It happens a lot. I have this need to run. I can’t stay in one place for too long, I have to branch out, change jobs, change relationships, morph into someone new. Probably by August I will have the itch again, wanting so badly to return to this place, but now, I have checked out. I am gone.
Thank you professors for taking this beautiful Wednesday to once again remind us that there was a “riot” at our school two weekends ago. The good news is I already know. The bad news is by drudging the whole thing up again and again in countless email lecturing, class lecturing, and newspaper lecturing is that you are now not only working with a student body that is annoyed that it happened in the first place and we have YET to have a say about it, but now we are also mad that you won’t let us live it down.
It’s like when you are in an argument with your parents, and you know that they are wrong. You want nothing more then to speak your mind and put them in their place, but you know that doing that will only open a whole new can of worms and nothing good will come from it. I highly doubt that it will take ten years to get over this riot, considering that I hadn’t heard about the riot ten years ago until you fine, educated people decided to use it against the current students, who were 10 the last time we were “rioting.”
So thank you for bringing it up YET AGAIN without allowing the students to voice any opinion. I feel like in order to “be the change,” you first need to get a voice.
It seems today that everyone thinks themselves an expert in something. Like some point of their existence is so terribly important that the world must know their every movement. I, however, think differently. I am not an expert. I am a college kid. I want a future, a job, a life… all of the normal things. I am also however drawn into the internet, and so, here we go. This is my blog. These are my thoughts.
