I have been meaning to write a reflective post in regards to the recent Newtown, CT mass school shooting. At 9:30am this last Friday morning, as I was eating my cereal breakfast at home, I watched CNN as the news anchors got the first pieces of information on a supposed school shooting in this sleepy New England town. I carried on about my day after hearing the news; at that time there were no details to report on numbers, fatalities, etc. Coming home for lunch in between moving out of Aphi and back home for winter break, I turned CNN back on around 2pm. The reports by this time were different, disturbing you could say. At this point, news outlets were reporting between 20 and 30 fatalities from an ELEMENTARY school, Sandy Hook to be exact, due to a mentally ill young man who entered the school with multiple fire arms, including a Glock and an assault rifle. Tears filled my eyes as images flashed on the screen of moms, dads, and families congregating in the streets near this elementary school in Newtown. As one anchor said that afternoon, “this will definitely be a day we will always remember.” Indeed, that it is. Continue reading “Common Sense”
Today marks the day of the fifth year anniversary of Lauren Johnson’s passing. At age 13 she lost her battle to cancer, leaving a hole in an innumerable amount of hearts in this community. Lauren represented hope, courage, drive, faith, love, grace, poise, joy, wisdom, and zeal. Her passing made many of us realize that, indeed, life is not fair and you never know when you are about to reach the end of your journey on this earth. A reflective post to say the least, this post is more of a culmination of many recent happenings. Yesterday on my way back to campus, I saw a terrible car accident around 27th and Capital Parkway. The police had just began to get to the scene of the crash, naturally chaos was taking place. Continue reading “Lo más importante:”
Si pudiera vivir nuevamente mi vida.
En la próxima, trataría de cometer más errores.
No intentaría ser tan perfecto, me relajaría más.
Sería más tonto de lo que he sido de hecho.
Tomaría muy pocas cosas con seriedad.
Sería menos higiénico.
Correría más riesgos, haría más viajes,
contemplaría más atardeceres,
subiría más montañas, nadaría más ríos….
Iría a más lugares a donde nunca he ido,
comería más helados y menos habas,
tendría más problemas reales y menos imaginarios.
Yo fui una de esas personas que vivió
sensata y prolíficamente cada minuto de su vida,
claro que tuve momentos de alegría….
Pero si pudiera volver atrás, trataría de
tener solamente buenos momentos,
no te pierdas el ahora.
Yo era uno de esos que nunca iba
a ninguna parte sin termómetro, una
bolsa de agua caliente, un paraguas
y un paracaidas, si pudiera volver a vivir,
viajaría más liviano.
Si pudiera volver a vivir comenzaría
a andar descalzo a principios de la primavera
y seguiría así hasta concluir el otoño.
Daría más vueltas en calesitas,
contemplaría más atardeceres y jugaría
con más niños ….
Si tuviera otra vida por delante.
Pero ya ven, tengo 85 años y sé que me estoy muriendo.
Thought to have been written by Jorge Luís Borges, this poem was actually written by Nadine Stair. Who knew!
Well fellow bloggers, it has been too long since I’ve updated this bad boy. Since we last spoke, I have: survived my last Husker Homecoming week, participated in Inspiration week for the last time, and helped initiate 37 new members into Nu Chapter. Also worth mentioning, I officially submitted my Fulbright application to become an ETA in Malaysia in 2014, and 16 of my best friends and I survived Vegas. My cousin got married, my good friends got married, and a friend abroad got a good job. Things have been busy to say the least!Continue reading “As of late…”
Quality people. Miss Nina terribly!
Today Bree asked me what is my favorite word and why, and I just so happened to feel like sharing it with y’all! Here’s what I told her: So in hindsight my current favorite word is actually ambiguity. It’s from a quote of particular substance: “Some stories don’t have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what’s going to happen next. Delicious ambiguity…” – Gilda Radner. I think this quote speaks to me lately because we are at the precipus of a time in our life defined by ambiguity. I do not have the slightest where life will lead me within the next 5 years, but I am excited. As someone who likes to make plans, achieve goals, and know what’s coming next, thinking of ambiguity and embracing it as a positive is like a mental stretch. Adventures would not be so exhilarating, new romance less sweet, and accomplishments less gratifying if you always knew they were right around the corner. Life is about the journey and ambiguity is present every step of the way so why not embrace it!
Happy Monday bloggers! Thanks to the required texts of my global studies class, today I am writing about cross-cultural interactions. I feel like culture is such an ambiguous term at this point; it can mean so many things. While some of the readings for this class have been more dry than others, I have found myself raising my eye-brows at surprising revelations more than I would have thought. When discussing differences in terms of how people of different cultures communicate with others, it often seems obvious to make certain distinctions. Americans tend to be individualistic, ambitious, and competitive. Where there’s a will there’s a way. Sure, all that is true. But I have found that it’s the subtle nuances that prove to be most captivating. For example, when first meeting a new person, most Americans are apt to say “What do you do?” It’s just our first inclination, what could tell you more about someone new than what they do for a living? Yet on the other hand, many Europeans are quick to ask “Where are you from?” or “Where did you go to school?’” when meeting someone for the first time. I was quite interested in this difference, so I tried out the different conversation tactics this weekend at Nina’s going away party. Talking to a stranger, I first went about the conversation using the tried and true method of demanding to know what he spends his time doing. After following that route for a time, he agreed to start the conversation over from scratch. Starting anew with “Where are you from?” proved to be exciting and new, in my humble opinion.Continue reading “What do you do?”
“Maybe our girlfriends are our soulmates and guys are just people to have fun with.” – Candace Bushnell.
After watching this clip from SATC with Jank earlier today (followed by the what-if-i-had-never-met-you-clip), I got to thinking how much truth this sentiment has for my current stage in life. I am 21. It is the start of my senior year of college. I have my own way of seeing things. I am part hermit/loner, part social butterfly. I have an old soul, young style, and timeless aspirations. I know what I don’t want in life. I cannot imagine letting a relationship hold me back at this point in my life. There is so much to do, so much to see, so much to experience. I am so very grateful for all the wonderful friendships I have in my life thus far. My friends are incredible individuals. I have been best friends with Hayley and Beth since I can remember; I know they will be there for me till the day I die. From best friends in high school, Clare and Neleigh, to my study abroad friends in college, I cannot believe the fortune I have had to know such amazing people. Through Aphi, I have become best friends with Jank, Jen, Linds, and Haley. I know it is these friendships that have defined my life up until now. Thankfully, I do not feel the pressure that so many of my peers feel to hurry up and find empty relationships just for the sake of being in a relationship. I have amazing friends and for me that is more than enough.
Hola! I really need to get better about blogging more frequently. Did you know it’s August already? Where did my summer go? I cannot believe rush is upon us and then I start my senior classes…. honestly unreal. I was reminded today that I must take time to smell the roses every now and then. Yet, for someone who feels like there is never enough time in the day, this seemingly doable task can turn into an Everest-like feat. These days I rarely watch movies, only read for pleasure on flights, and struggle to get eight hours of sleep each night. But then again, I count smelling the roses as activities such as blogging, singing to my favorite songs in the car, and watching CNN with my mom, all as stress-relieving moments. I may not take time to watch the sunset or catch up on the latest greek gossip, but that is fine with me. Dreams wait for no one and the time is always now!
Posed by my mother, this question was in response to my latest reading material: The Happiness Project by Gretchen Rubin. I picked up the novel on my way through Chicago, coming home from NYC this past weekend. Adorned with a bright yellow sticker boasting the #1 NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER label, I thought to myself well it looks interesting. Rubin’s subtitle here: “Or, Why I Spent a Year Trying to Sing in the Morning, Clean My Closets, Fight Right, Read Aristotle, and Generally Have More Fun.” All of these things seemed to at least have the potential to tickle my fancy so I enthusiastically swiped my credit card at the Hudson News store and headed to B 11 in anticipation of boarding my red-bellied jet. Continue reading “Does it make you happy?”