TALK: The Green Mountain College Blog

I find the days passing by faster than I can keep track of them lately, and somehow, yet again, I'm in November. When did that happen, anyways?

Yes. So the weekend after Fall break became yet another adventure through the wilderness that is GMC. After spending several hours on an essay Saturday morning, I finally decided to join my persistant peers in some much deserved time with nature.

What can I say? Just a beautiful day:

On a bit of a tangent, they say it's supposed to snow tomorrow. I'm actually excited about this. I'm planning on working on a bit of my movie in the upcoming days, and would really like some snow in one of the scenes. Coolest assignment ever: create a movie from a poem I wrote??? Gosh. I have never felt so creatively stimulated. Lately I've been feeling like I'm at that point where I'm not quite sure what I want to do with my life, but I'm literally 39 credits from graduating and have three semesters after this one ahead of me. Though it seems like a lot, that really isn't THAT much, so it's pretty scary that at this point I'm just sort of stuck going with the flow. I mean. I have two majors. And a good job in the communications office learning how to work with website design/management (which includes discovering the ins and outs of other software I wouldn't normally use on a day-to-day basis) and writing up articles for the journal about people I interview. So I'm trying to taste a little bit of everything. But I still can't decide where I'm actually going. Plus, though I really enjoy what I learn and do, I feel like an old dog sometimes. Can I really learn new tricks at this point in the game? Could I really just take a random art class today and have that experience change my life's goals and dreams? Or is it too much work, now that I'm trying to compete with some dude name Xavier who has been taking art classes all his life? Am I behind the rest? Does it matter?

That inner monologue aside... I've come to the conclusion that this is a really neat assignment and I'm jumping to begin. In my free time (ie: when my mind wanders in between reading assignments) I've already begun figuring out the main shots I want to take. In fact, before even figuring out all of the details of it, I've already videotaped a part of it because it was perfect for one of my lines.

Goodness. It's really refreshing to be able to work with my own poetry on something like this. I'm so glad my prof. let me.

And back to the show! hahaha.

So then. Halloween. Great times had by all, yes, yes. I'm not going to lie. Sometimes I'm a party pooper. Since my mentee wasn't going trick or treating, I decided to stay home, work on a paper or something. I did have a paper to do, afterall, which was probably a lot more important. Probably. But after a couple of hours, I just wasn't feeling the magic, and then all my friends came back from the Roots of Creation show for a few minutes for water, etc, and told me all about how much fun it really was, so I decided that dressing up was cool afterall. Awesome.

So I naturally went as something I know well:

My next door neighbor. Yeah, that's right. I went as Becky Weinstein. And the "w" is for "Webster"--New Hampshire, that is. Ohhhh yeahhhhh.

And my neighbor went as an energetic Athena. Cute.

And my roommate was pimping it up as Poison Ivy from Batman. Hopefully y'all caught THAT reference. Else I may never be able to talk to you again. Ever.

(Though I have yet to understand why this particular rendition of Poison Ivy decided that having an "m" for MILO! (Maine...) was actually a cool thing. Yikes.)

Yep. And then we danced part of our lives away. It was an excellent way to utilize our energy. Certainly.

OH! I forgot to mention that we painted pumpkins in mentoring that day, too. Unfortunately, I didn't have a camera around when I was at mentoring, so I didn't get a picture of Shannon's pumpkin, but I did get a picture of mine.

I'll give you three guesses as to what it is supposed to be. Only three. Because otherwise, it might take you the rest of your life. Yeah. In seventh grade I was assigned to make an animal in art class. It could be any type of animal in any type of medium. I wasn't that great with paint or clay or any of the mediums we had used, so I cut a piece of paper out into a shape of a butterfly and colored it. Upon seeing it, my art teacher looked at me for a long time before he finally asked: "is it a handkerchief?" I'm fairly sure the rest is just plain history.

Actually, I shouldn't feel too bad about it. One person actually guessed correctly thus far!

Hmm. It must have been the next day that I realized the aforementioned oddity regarding my relationship with my roommate. So I was in between classes, sort of organizing my stuff and such. My roommate was at work or some such thing, so it was just me, in my room, waiting for my next class to start, and trying to find something semi-productive to do beyond reading a couple pages of some book half-heartedly. My semi-productive activity became a quick sweep around my room, during which I noted something quite surprising that I've never really acknowledged before.

Mom? If you're reading this, please skip this part. You may be horrified by the sights you are about to see...

This is my desk:

This is her desk:

This is my bed:

This is her bed:

WHHHHAT???!!!!

I don't know how we live together. But it works.

'Nuff said.

And then, of course: our new fish. We once had another fish that was named just plain Copernicus, but said fish died about six months ago. Fortunately, our period of mourning is over for our good old pal, so we promptly replaced him with a much smaller pink-purpley male beta fish. I didn't even know they came in that color. Weird.

He's a crazy fellow. But I like him.

And I do believe that that is officially that. I believe that my next entry may indeed be a collection of Haikus. I've been on a Haiku haitus lately... (It makes everything an interesting, yet fun challenge, as I have to write a haiku about it afterwards!). Plus, me good old neighbor just handed me a poem she's been working on and it's fabulous. I really like the energy she put into it. So I'll naturally have to share that one, too.

Until then: may peace be with you.