So I have started this blog before my second semester starts. My first semester was not the best, but there is no one to be blamed for that but me. I could have done better, but what is done is done. Now, there are other close friends who may disagree with me on this fact of my first semester, but its not academics, its rather other activities which I feel bad about. I always thought college would be the time when I get to do other stuff besides academics.
Even Robin Williams said in his movie The Dead Poet's Society as John Keating
"We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. To quote from Whitman, "O me! O life!... of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless... of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life?" Answer. That you are here - that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. That the powerful play *goes on* and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be?"
So I threw myself into college to write my verse as a happy-go-getter to meet people, paint paintings, find passion, but did not know where to start. So I did the first thing that popped in my mind.
I joined the billiards club for that purpose. I didn't stop playing or practicing on campus. I have a record with my brother somewhere in the log-books at the commons for checking out a set for 10 straight hours. Free time meant billiards time to me. Let me tell you this sport does not allow romance if only one person is good at it. Then it just becomes "Hey! look how good I am at this thing with the long stick and the nitrocellulose balls" Ping pong is better in college for romance. So I liked the sport, but couldn't attend most of the meetings as the club met on Sundays at an off-campus location. So that deal cut me short.
I joined American Society of Civil Engineers, but the meets were held at 6:30pm on Wednesdays, and I had some sort of moronic epiphany before the year started to only have night time classes for Mondays and Wednesdays. So even the club I so passionately loved was cut off short.
Then lastly I had myself the Steel Bridge club, which was right after the ASCE meetings. (As I type this I realize these clubs tie me back to academia and I have not escaped to a "other" activity except for billiards. Now you know why I feel a bit sad inside) Steel bridge was the club I was and still am the most passionate about, but I faced problems of being a freshman and not knowing anything.
So the first semester is a story of a lot of disappointments, and a verse of tragedy, including to deal with my best friend dropping out and going back to Illinois, never-the-less I met some wonderful people, walked across my campus bare-foot in thundering rain (3 times) and went to watch the most amazing band in the nation, the Fighting Texas Aggie Band (The always win half-time) with some wonderful people.
Although college has been an awful slow start for me in my own terms. As I have turned 18 now, I hope I'm not seen as a little kid anymore, It seems that my age is a factor which causes others to leave me behind or ditch me from their plans for some reason. (I swear this blog will get happier soon) However I have learned how to deal with mid-terms, talk with professors, and pull 3 all-nighters in a row and survive the fourth day.
When one door closes, another one open up, it is your job to stand up, stop staring at the closed door, and go through the open one and MOVE ON
So as this next semester is about to start in 5 days, this blog will get merrier with it, and I'll be able to write my verse very soon.
Even Robin Williams said in his movie The Dead Poet's Society as John Keating
"We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. To quote from Whitman, "O me! O life!... of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless... of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life?" Answer. That you are here - that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. That the powerful play *goes on* and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be?"
So I threw myself into college to write my verse as a happy-go-getter to meet people, paint paintings, find passion, but did not know where to start. So I did the first thing that popped in my mind.
I joined the billiards club for that purpose. I didn't stop playing or practicing on campus. I have a record with my brother somewhere in the log-books at the commons for checking out a set for 10 straight hours. Free time meant billiards time to me. Let me tell you this sport does not allow romance if only one person is good at it. Then it just becomes "Hey! look how good I am at this thing with the long stick and the nitrocellulose balls" Ping pong is better in college for romance. So I liked the sport, but couldn't attend most of the meetings as the club met on Sundays at an off-campus location. So that deal cut me short.
I joined American Society of Civil Engineers, but the meets were held at 6:30pm on Wednesdays, and I had some sort of moronic epiphany before the year started to only have night time classes for Mondays and Wednesdays. So even the club I so passionately loved was cut off short.
Then lastly I had myself the Steel Bridge club, which was right after the ASCE meetings. (As I type this I realize these clubs tie me back to academia and I have not escaped to a "other" activity except for billiards. Now you know why I feel a bit sad inside) Steel bridge was the club I was and still am the most passionate about, but I faced problems of being a freshman and not knowing anything.
So the first semester is a story of a lot of disappointments, and a verse of tragedy, including to deal with my best friend dropping out and going back to Illinois, never-the-less I met some wonderful people, walked across my campus bare-foot in thundering rain (3 times) and went to watch the most amazing band in the nation, the Fighting Texas Aggie Band (The always win half-time) with some wonderful people.
Although college has been an awful slow start for me in my own terms. As I have turned 18 now, I hope I'm not seen as a little kid anymore, It seems that my age is a factor which causes others to leave me behind or ditch me from their plans for some reason. (I swear this blog will get happier soon) However I have learned how to deal with mid-terms, talk with professors, and pull 3 all-nighters in a row and survive the fourth day.
When one door closes, another one open up, it is your job to stand up, stop staring at the closed door, and go through the open one and MOVE ON
So as this next semester is about to start in 5 days, this blog will get merrier with it, and I'll be able to write my verse very soon.
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