Yes, I am easily persuadable. You told me to write more and I said, what the heck? Why not. And here I am, dictating - yeah, I wish - for the reader's viewing enjoyment.
It's been almost two months since I posted, which seems to me a little unbelievable. Believe it or not, I actually check up on subscriptions pretty much every day. But when it comes to college, if you don't prioritize well, it's either read the subs and write for someone else's subs, and, well - you know into which camp I've fallen. Until this moment, of course.
Writing about college has to be the most boring thing on the planet. I mean, I enjoy reading college trivia, tips, and guidance as much as the next person. But when it comes to writing about college myself, it's like pulling teeth the old-fashioned way; you know what I'm saying? It's very much like writing about home when I lived at home. Completely boring to me. Of course, now that I don't live there, I pine after my blue bedroom, welcoming church, and lazy afternoons - but I digress. For your sake, of course.
No, instead, I shall write about what is always interesting, no matter where I am. The weather. That's right. Now, don't try to tell me the irony of my preferring to write about the weather over how I listened to a drunk girl bang on her roommate's door at three a.m. or the many states of undress in which I've awkwardly encountered members of both sexes. Those things ought to be infinitely more interesting, right? Well, right, except I'm not interested.
So we'll talk about the weather. When talking about the weather voluntarily, instead of forcing it out of your mouth at awkward meetings, I probably ought to give an explanation as to why I'm doing so. And I shall tell you it's the same reason as always: I find it utterly, devastatingly beautiful. Seasons, sunshine, rain, dead leaves, trees, dead grass, blue skies, chilly weather, warm weather - all of it.
I think it's partly because I feel like the weather and I have a kind of clandestine co-conspiratorship, in that we have something of an understanding. I frequently have episodes, as I'm sure many people do, of feeling lonely - or, even more frequent, happening to be alone, and noticing the loss. And it is easy and reassuring to look up at the sky. Whether the sun is out or not, whether clouds are rolling in or not, whether there's bad weather up ahead or the skies are as blue as a newborn baby's - I just feel like the sky understands me. The idea is juvenile. But it makes sense to me, for I also feel that the sky, the wind, that these are extensions of God's love for me, that He knows where I am, no matter if anyone else does.
So, you could say that the sky is like the comfort blankies that I am told I refused as a child.
I am flourishing here. I've applied to be an RA, as well as a teacher's assistant (which pays!), and plan on applying to join the honor council (group of students that judges cases of plagiarism). I love my classes (biology, chemistry, and classic books), I love my teachers, and I've become more independent, by incident of being on my own. The Lord is so good to me.
But anyway, there is much I ponder, as usual. College is the perfect place to do so, especially on a campus as beautiful as this. Times of distress are coming and have already, in many different forms, but leaving similar results - results which are good, God-willing. I want to face distresses with every degree of fortitude and kindness I possess. God grant me His mercy, eh?
