Each week I feel bombarded with work, and I think to myself that I could have done most of the work over the weekend had I actually been productive instead of lazy. Then I realized that I haven’t had a “normal” weekend since I’ve been in Syracuse. Each weekend there seems to be something going on that is important and screws up my plans to be productive; or if it seems to be “usual” at the start of the weekend something ends up going wrong. I realized this during last week and I promised myself that I would stick to my plans and be very productive so that I would be able to sleep during the week. It all seemed fine on Friday when I wrote my essay outline and did my laundry, and on Saturday during the day I was a little lazy but still productive- I save the bulk of my work for Sundays anyway, and I planned to write part of my essay on Saturday night. As I open Microsoft word about to start my essay, my roommate barges into my room hysterical crying, she had tripped and hurt her ankle. Being on the track team and thinking the worst, she could not be calmed. I spent three hours with her trying to help her relax and fall asleep, and when I finished with her, I was exhausted and needed to sleep, so I planned to wake up early and get Saturday nights work done on Sunday morning. I woke up and ate breakfast, got some work done and went to church with my roommate who hobbled along. After mass she gets a call from her mom telling her to go to the emergency room to make sure her ankle was not broken. I was definitely not expecting that and had no work with me. I stayed with her in the hospital for five hours, and as soon as I got her back to the room I went straight to studio and worked until four in the morning. Taking care of her for that long really took a toll on my productivity and I paid for it at the beginning of the week and still am. I am very behind on my work and I find myself in the same position I always find myself in. There really is no “normal” weekend here and I’m not sure how to deal with it.
Wednesday Nov 11 @ 05:46pmso this kind of died, i made a new one
Saturday Jul 7 @ 11:42amKarma.
I truly believe that everything happens for a reason and that what goes around comes around. When you think about it, whatever negative you do to another person will always get back to you somehow. When something bad happens to you, you try to blame someone or something else, but in reality it’s your own fault. If you were nice to everyone and were perfect, nothing bad would ever happen to you- but perfect is impossible- not a single person can be perfect- it just does not exist. Therefore, something bad can always happen to you, unless you try to right your wrongs before they right themselves. But there’s always something for Karma to get you on. And that’s why bad things happen to both good and bad people, because even good people make mistakes.
Thursday Jun 6 @ 05:39pmi still get the butterflies when you text me.
Wednesday May 5 @ 07:28pm
Sunday May 5 @ 09:31pm
It was the first time I had ever been to British Columbia, Canada and it seemed like a great place - then again, I was at one of the most beautiful ski resorts that could possibly exist - Whistler Blackcomb. I was thirteen years old at the time and it was my first time ever skiing in the Rocky Mountains. I was always an excellent skier, but that was only in the East where the mountains are tiny hills compared to the giants on the West coast, so I was expecting a challenge as I was pulled up the chairlift.
My family and I were planning to take a congested trail, but we decided to go down a different, more secluded trail. It was necessary to take a black diamond in order to get to this small, narrow pathway, so we knew it wouldn’t be as crowded as the other, but none of us ever thought that this trail would be life changing- well, for me at least.
The treacherous black diamond led to a relatively flat trail, so it gave us a break and we had some time to look around us for the first time in the trip. I was ahead of my family, and I was suddenly transported to this amazing place of solitude and beauty. I looked around to see only my tracks in the snow with no other sign of life around me. I looked to my right and saw only trees perfectly covered with a silky sheet of pure white snow that looked as if I had just painted it in my imagination. Then I looked to my left and saw once again only trees, snow and wood. I was amazed at how beautiful a ski trail could actually be, and soon realized that for the past eleven years I have never truly looked at my surroundings. I needed to take a deep breath and appreciate the nature around me- this unadulterated, stunning wilderness that was with me all my life.
Since that trip, I look around me where ever I go- even if its just to the school, the city, or travelling by car to any random place. I learned to appreciate the beauty present in my life and every time I do so I am able to appreciate many other things in my life as well including the health and love of my family, my supportive friends and the opportunities I have for my future.
I was lucky enough to revisit my favorite place this winter as I went to the 2010 Olympics and skied right back to that trail. I went ahead so that I could be alone in order to truly enjoy that moment, and the same feelings came back to me again after three years. I don’t think that feeling of amazement can ever leave my mind for as long as live; it has become a part of me, and I recall the memory every second I can.
Sunday May 5 @ 07:17pm