Home is Where The Heart Is

Someday I'll wish upon a star

And wake up where the c

louds are far

Behind me.

Where troubles melt like lemon drops

Away above the chimney tops

That's where you'll find me.

There's no place like home. 

Three exams this week, then it's to the 1 month

 remaining point until I'm homebound. Until I get to spend every single day outside, soaking up the sun, watching little kids play. And also laying with my family in the pool drinking margaritas, wasting the day away.

 

Anyway, that's beside the point. 

This weekend we went to Tufts for the annual Snowflake Classic.  It was beautiful in the morning, and into the early afternoon. Everyone did great. Then as 4:00pm approached, our good friend, the sun, went away and the temp. dropped something around 1308513˚. Still. The women took the title, men took 4th, great performances by all. Snowflake-Women for the women and Snowflake-Men  for the men. 

I'll actually post something worth reading eventually. This is more just...not.

Cheers

You Were So Pretty In the Days You Spoke Your Mind.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, 

There is a rapture on the lonely shore,

There is a society where none intrudes,

By the deep sea, and music in its roar.

I love not Man the less, but Nature more.

-Lord Byron

Forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet

 and the winds long to play with your hair

-Kahlil Gibran

For everything you have missed, you have gained something else. And for everything you gain, you lose something else.

-Ralph Waldo Emerson

In the summer I work at a nature camp as well as lifeguard. I work with children and with animals (reptiles, too, to be technical).  

Some days at camp I take the kids on a journey to the Indian Burial Ground, where all the old Indian chiefs who used to live on the land 

are buried. There is a great stone circle composed of 

about 28 different shaped stones. Each represents one chief. The area is holy, and still run by the Indian spirits.  If you try and dig up one of the stones, or attempt to find any of the chiefs you will be cursed. 

  This is completely untrue.  

The location of the 'Burial Ground' is in the middle of the forest, where the only sound you can hear is that from the animals, the insects 

and the wind. It is a small clearing completely surrounded by towering trees.  Everywhere you look: green.  It's places like these that I can see myself setting up camp and living for the rest of my life.  It is secluded but completely inhabited, quiet but pressingly loud, and shaded but full of light.  When I go into the forest I shut my eyes and imagine myself in a whole different world. One that has no petty drama, no other people, no problems, no technology, no automobiles; just Nature and me. 

 Being alone with Nature is a whole other experience; completely polar opposite to the world I live in.  In this other world, I can breathe. I can walk without worrying about stepping on and crushing those delicate eggshells. I can look without worrying about who I might see, or what I will see--because I know I will see beauty.  I can live without having to think, or worry, or deal with conflict. I can yell at the top of my lungs and nobody will hear me, I can live without having to worry who I will offend, or who got too intoxicated to function.  I can just be.

     In this other world, everything is perfect. When it rains, it pou

rs.  And then the sun comes: the leaves, the ground, the rocks, everything, is left gleaming and glistening in the beams of light that manifest.  This world, my ideal world, is perfect. Not one single flaw exists. In this world, I can be me. I can be happy. I am happy in this world. 

Times like now, when pressure begins building, stress levels are reaching the top, the drama-o-meter is just about break, I would really love to go back to my other world.  Times like now, I notice myself daydreaming more. Shutting my eyes and imagining myself walking through the woods, dodging spider webs, climbing rock and mud walls, walking through the creek, and finding my own personal solace. 

Somewhere to go to get away from the ecclesia that is my life. Somewhere where I don't have to deal with everyone's personal problems. Times like now, I wish that I could just live for me, do my own thing, go through my routines and not have to speak with anybody.

  Right now I'm nearing my limit of bunkum. Bunkum being everyone else's bunkum. Bunkum being synonymous with poppycock, codswallop, flapdoodle, garbage, nonsense, rubbish, and the list goes on. I'm tired of dealing with explosive tempers, despondency, vileness, and in general, the vast pool of turmoil I've been forced to swim in for... quite a while now.  I'm not sure what to do exactly, as living in the city can make it difficult to find a serene place to go to empty the mind and relax the self. 

Forty three days until it is over. Until everyone can go home. Until we start our break. Until Change occurs. Until we lose some things and gain others. Until everyone else's crushes, inamoratos (or desired inamoratos), and objects of affections can be separated and diminished. Until life becomes normal again. Until the sun shines all day. Until I get my 14 hours and 55 minutes of sunlight (summer solstice, if you didn't know). 

There are things I wish I could say, but for one, this is not the place, and two: I don't know how to say it. I don't know how to say anything without getting sprayed and buried with lava, or having nuclear fission happen to my entire body.  There are things I want to tell you--but it can't happen.  I can't be the start of WWIII, this is supposed to be the New Deal. If I say these things the Axis will reunite and be joined by another. It can't happen. I don't know a way to do it without that happening.

 So I guess for now, it will go without saying.

Weeding the So-Called Pre-medical Garden

Apparently Chem 101 is a weed-out class. I mean, you know that going in, and you know that not EVERY person who dreams of becoming 'a world renowned surgeon' or 'the next big break in cancer cures' cannot actually go through with that dream. But seriously? SERIOUSLY? Just because everybody cannot succeed doesn't mean you should put questions on the exams that you've not covered until the lecture AFTER the exam... seriously? TRYING to make everyone fail. SERIOUSLY?

AND the not telling us our grade until the very end. Not knowing how we're doing. We could have an A- or a D, and nobody would ever know until the very end of the semester. That's screwed up. >:O

See, I've had a dream since the 8th grade that I will become a surgeon, help people, and sail around the world doing pro-bono stuff for those who need it. I used to love chemistry. I took Honors and then AP in high school, was the one showing everyone else what to do, and was 1 out of 3 people who actually went into the AP test (granted, I didn't do so hot...but that's a different story). Then comes big bad university chemistry. Which is the same stuff I learned 2 and 3 years ago, just in much more confusing theorist jargon. There are concepts which I understood perfectly until I got here. Then, the long, drawn out explanations just screw the hell out of my already set schemas about said concepts. Seriously.

And this is the beginning, though after CH101 I'm guessing it gets better. But maybe this is what happens when we have a theorist teach instead of a non-theorist (or whatever the opposite is). Don't get me wrong though, this specific professor is kind, quirky, hilarious, and does get the point across half the time.

Whatever. The point is: why not weed out later? Why squish the dreams of the hopeful freshman so early in their college career? Why make them worry about whether or not they can even handle college itself, just because of an intro to chemistry course? Please, pre-medical gods, be kinder to those who wish to save the world, one person at a time.

Side note:

Spring break is quickly approaching--1 day, 16 hours and 51 minutes remain until our flight sets off...then it's smooth sailing, beach, margaritas, sun, and not caring about a thing.

At that, I shall conclude.

Please keep calling upon the pre-medical gods with me to help save my career!

-The Kansan.

Hello World.

Hey all you fellow bloggers!
Abbey here, and I've decided to follow the craze. I'm popping the blogging cherry, so bear with me.

Quick intro to me-I'm from Kansas. Yes, Kansas. No, it's not all farmland. Yes, there are a million tornados. No, I do not own, nor have I ever owned, a pair of ruby red slippers.
I'm on BU Track and Field (BUTF) as a discus thrower, I'm a psychology major, chemistry minor, and declared pre-med, as well as graduating in three years. I love everything and anything medical, and cooking, and will someday live in Maine.

That's all for tonight. I have a bajillion things to do, so I will be more interesting at a later date.

Cheers, Lyla Tov, and Adios