Saturday, May 9, 2009
Stuck in a Rut
I am so stuck on this final right now! I'm having trouble with the Mario case because there are so many holes to be filled, and I feel that by addressing them all, I can't incorporate the reading at all! This is tough guys!
Thursday, May 7, 2009
So nuts....
After further reflecting on the situations that I have experienced throughout the semester, I realized that there there is no use in feeling sorry for myself; I must learn and grow from the problems I have faced.
From my father being diagnosed with pulmonary fibrosis, to my parents filing for divorce and choosing to break the news to me over the phone; from acquiring mono and as a result, catching every flu, cold, or both at the same time that slyly floated around our campus, to being placed in the hospital for having a stomach ulcer (probably from all the fucking stress I've been under), I have received the right to say that I have experienced HELL.
But, in the midst of all the chaos, there, in the front of my four different classrooms, stood four professors who understood, who had the decency to find it in their hearts to attempt to understand the chaotic situation/s that occurred in my life. For this, I thank you. And to you, I dedicate this poem: (It's meant to relax the reader)
Cypress surrounds me.
The unsullied air
pervades through my lungs
as I take in each breath and exhale.
The drums
of the falls tunefully
whipping the rivulet below.
A gust of wind blows
through the trees.
My mind is at ease.
The leaves wave hello
as the breeze flutters by.
The birds
with their chirps
sound like delicate
chimes.
My mind is at peace
with what life brings
to me.
From my father being diagnosed with pulmonary fibrosis, to my parents filing for divorce and choosing to break the news to me over the phone; from acquiring mono and as a result, catching every flu, cold, or both at the same time that slyly floated around our campus, to being placed in the hospital for having a stomach ulcer (probably from all the fucking stress I've been under), I have received the right to say that I have experienced HELL.
But, in the midst of all the chaos, there, in the front of my four different classrooms, stood four professors who understood, who had the decency to find it in their hearts to attempt to understand the chaotic situation/s that occurred in my life. For this, I thank you. And to you, I dedicate this poem: (It's meant to relax the reader)
Cypress surrounds me.
The unsullied air
pervades through my lungs
as I take in each breath and exhale.
The drums
of the falls tunefully
whipping the rivulet below.
A gust of wind blows
through the trees.
My mind is at ease.
The leaves wave hello
as the breeze flutters by.
The birds
with their chirps
sound like delicate
chimes.
My mind is at peace
with what life brings
to me.
Last day blues
As happy as I thought I would be to be finished with school this semester. It seriously hit me like a tidal wave!! I had no idea it was coming, honestly. I am sitting in class right now and just got really sad because it is seriously over; not completely, over yet, just for this semester. I only have two semesters left and it's kind of crazy and surreal at this point. I think it will hit me when I have to complete my capstone, but I hope everyone is having a great finals week and stay strong! Don't go too crazy guys!
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