nature, old books, and pie. Oh my!

It is amazing how school sucks a lot of fun out of our lives. I've been in school for a whompin 2 weeks now and this weekend I had had it! That itch was comin back....the itch to do something spontaneous, adventurous, and outdoorsy. So I made a spur of the moment decision and Joleah and I drove up to Julian on the beautiful Saturday afternoon that we had. Julian is a cute little town up in the mountains that has amazing campgrounds, lakes, and pie. Oh how they are known for their pie. So long story short, Joleah and I hiked around just kind of making our own path. We layed in the middle of a field, sat on a broken tree, took some pictures, and overlooked the absolutely beautiful creation around us. It was exactly what I needed. The fresh air gives me a little kick in the booty every time. It just makes me feel me again. But the day got even better! Not only did we eat the most amazing pie ever, but there was an old resale bookshop...and I think I fell in love with it. Holy smokes I could stay in there forever. I walked out of that shop with a book titled "Literature and Philosophy", which was published in 1892, and book of poems titled, "Poems that Touch the Heart". I know it sounds cheesy, but that book of poems seriously is touching my heart! I love it. I haven't read one poem yet that I didn't somehow relate to. While we were eating pie I was reading them aloud. Yes...I am that big of a dork. But there is something about reading poetry out loud that makes it come alive. Overall, the day was amazing and just what I needed. Here is one of the poems I read...it's my favorite so far:

"Away"

I weary of these noisy nights,

Of shallow jest and coarse "good cheer,"

Of jazzy sounds and brilliant lights.

Come, Love, let us away from here.

Let us lay down this heavy load;

And, side by side, far from the town,

Drive on some lovely country road;

And, wandering, watch the sun go down.

What time is left to us, come, Love.

The woods, the fields, shall make us whole;

The nightly pageantry above

Our little world, keep our soul.

No peace this city's madness yields--

A tawdry world in cheap veneer.

Out there the lovely woods and fields.

Come, Love, let us away from here.

- Max Ehrmann

dwarf servant. or something like that.

Today was what I call a "la-la" land day. Holy smokes I was out of it. In English this morning we got into a huge religious and controversial debate. The teacher asked us to raise our hands if we were a Christian...I was one of about 5. Difference #1 in a state school. haha. Not a bad difference, I find it quite interesting hearing everyones views. I tried to talk about my view on some things, but I'm pretty sure I didn't make sense. However, now I'm in a mood to have a theological debate, so if you want to join, please call me. Or else the little angel and devil on my shoulders will be yelling at each other (aka-I'll be talking to myself...maybe not healthy). As I'm writing this I'm sitting in mythology class. I sat in the back today for some reason and as a result, I cannot hear a thing. Plus, my teacher has an English accent (which is awesome), but I can't really understand him because he tends to mumble. Something about dwarf servants. I perked up when I heard that term. I mean who wouldn't?..."dwarf servant"...really? It's gotta be something good. I'm sad to say that I never figured it out, so here I am writing this on a piece of paper (which obviously was typed). Oh good...he's putting in a movie. I hope I see a dwarf servant.

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(Later on....while I'm typing what I wrote above)

I didn't see the dwarf servant. I'm a little bit bummed about it. Now I am sitting at a table at the Pi Phi House and it's the first night of rush. It's a really really surreal feeling being in a different chapter. I don't know anyone. To fill my time I made a YouTube account, so you should go check that out. I'm gonna post new music recordings periodically. For the record, recording yourself in a video is super awkward...so just go with it.

The link is: www.youtube.com/robindarcyacoustic

Enjoy!

wow...lame

Sorry fellow blog followers, I had about 2 paragraphs typed out and almost ready to post...then I decided that they were lame, unworthy, and that I couldn't quite say what I wanted to say. Rare occasion for me... Maybe something entertaining will happen soon so I can write about it. Until then, over and out like a trout.

"Remember that time I was a 4th year freshman?"

I had to write a short essay for class about a "memorable first" of some sort. I thought this would be fun to share via the blog...enjoy.

I am officially a senior in college. A senior! Am I really that old already? Most people go into senior year thrilled about what’s ahead of them, nervous about their future, and ready to live it up with their friends for the last and final year. However, my situation is a bit different. I was walking around campus, thinking about what I was going to write for this short essay, looking at my hand drawn map of campus (complete with pathways and drawn trees), when I realized how lame I am and how much I feel like a freshman again. I attended Texas Christian University in Fort Worth, TX for my first three years of collegiate academia. For many reasons to another I transferred to San Diego State University to finish up my college years and be able to attain my teacher certification in the state of California.

My first day at San Diego State University was a whirlwind of activity that made me feel like a confused freshman entering college all over again. The SDSU campus is about three times as large as TCU’s campus, which in turn made for the necessity of a hand drawn map to ease my experience. I arrived on campus about an hour early to make sure I was not stressed on my first day. Once arriving, Starbucks lured me in with its glorious smell of crushed coffee beans. I sat down and began to pull out my computer to make it look like I knew exactly what I was doing and that I was a SDSU veteran. The time ticked by as I stalked people on facebook and it finally hit 8:40am, the time to walk to my first class. With my handy dandy map I made it to class in lightening speed and figured I would be one of the first in the classroom to pick my oh so comfy desk. But no, I walk in and the whole freaking class is already seated with their paper and pens out ready to go! What kind of school is this? It was a class full of twenty-minute early, over-achieving brown-nosers who already got their desk of choice while I got stuck with the cracked one with no legroom. Did I mention that I was fifteen minutes early? It was ridiculous. Class finally began, I moved on with my life, and just pray that those little scholarly nuggets would learn that you do not need to be twenty minutes early to class.

The rest of my day went relatively smooth (probably because of my map) and I made it to each class in plenty of time. Being in a new school for the start of my senior year is one of the strangest feelings. I keep looking around and wondering who I know that I could yell at or embarrass, who I will meet for lunch, or who I will run into in my next class. Then I realize that I don’t know anyone (kind of depressing at times). I suppose I could try and embarrass someone, but that would be awkward. Or I could yell a random name and wave as if I am waving to a good friend, but maybe someone would see that I am waving to no one…and that would be awkward. So for now I will wander around with my map from class to class and hope to make some friends very soon.

The first day of my senior year was a nostalgic one indeed and all the old feelings of being a lost freshman came rushing back. I was constantly feeling like I should own the school as one of the oldest, but battling the unknown that was before me. I know that it will get better and that soon I will feel just as comfortable as the rest of the student body. So until that day of comfortable, map-less walking….I will just laugh at myself in good humor and thrive on the fact that I’m a nerd; because I think being comfortable in who I am is going to get me through every tough time. So if tomorrow entails another first day of school….bring it on. I’ll just be me (and I’ll probably have a map).