July 17, 2015

Life Is Not a Climb, It's a Stumble

So, it's been a while. About 8 months, a while. That's what happens with projects like this. They start out super interesting, exciting, then life gets busier, things get forgotten. I can't exactly say I have forgotten about this blog, more I quit posting to it. A lot of stuff happened this last school year, stuff that is a little different, and I didn't write about it. I have always had a ridiculously stable home life, sans the first 6 months. Things were bound to get weird eventually. That's life right? But it's your family so you rough it out, try not not to be pissed all the time, and keep your mouth shut.

But I digress. Onto the summary of my semester, although with fewer people than previous recaps. The reoccurring theme of the last three years has been the same. What do I want to do with my life, be it career, be it God, and these are my friends, we think we're pretty cool.

I'll touch on the latter first, friends. We left dorms this school year. I don't see a lot of them anymore. Simple as that. I decided if I wanted to hang out, if they wanted to hang out, it would happen. I didn't happen with a lot of people, and I am okay with that. I still spend time with the people I care about. I see people at parties. It's sort of the same approach I took to high school. I have a lot of acquaintances, but friends are different. Friendship is work, I'll give it that, but if we both don't care, it's not a crime to let it go.

I feel guilty sometimes though, because I know a lot of people find us to be mean to outsiders. I've noticed it, people point it out, we can be jerks, but then who isn't a jerk sometimes. No one, okay, lay off.

Then there is religion. I do this thing every so often where I decide to go to church. I have all these questions and I try to search for answers, about life, and God and everything else. I don’t know why I think church is going to magically make me understand all these things, and they say the definition of insanity is repeatedly doing something and expecting a different outcome, but I keep going back. When I was in high school, I always thought religious people seemed happier, but now that I am in college I realize that’s not really true. We’re all messed up. This time I tried the more contemporary approach. I like the routine and tradition of catholic mass, but I'll give the whole rock band church credit, they do know how to connect with everyday life. I do a lot more thinking because it connects with a lot of what I am already thinking about. One time, I was having a conversation with someone, and the answers to my questions were answered at that week's service. I like the tradition of mass, but the connection of the contemporary church. But in the end, it's all just motions. To me it's all one big 5 year long experiment. I like church, but more as an entertainment source than a way of life, if that is even allowed.

Then there is career. I saw a career counselor. He told me to join the military because I scored very high on the Strong Test for military. I didn't go back. Next, I wrote a super long post on a find a path message board about my multiple major changes, wanting to drop out, and not having any passion. Anyway, I got a fairly thoughtful reply. The replier likened me to what is called a "polymath." A polymath is sort of saying jack of all trades, without the master of none.  I am the master of none. It did get me thinking though. He told me to think back to my childhood. I was a pretty normal kid. I wanted to be just about everything at some point, a doctor, an architect, a teacher, a librarian, a graphic designer, a pharmacist, an urban planner, a political campaign manager, and that's just the ones that I remember. I really liked TV, mostly medical shows and crime shows. I loved playing outside, reading books, and music. I went through a baseball phase, a map phase, a writing and a history phase. I am a polymath in the sense I like everything. Ben Franklin was a polymath. I am not Ben Franklin. I am just a kid who overthinks everything and gets bored too easily.

I started applying for internships. In May, got an internship working at a hospital answering tech calls. It has made me realize, my degree means nothing. I spent the last 3 years worrying and worrying about my major. Looking at my previous posts I harped and harped on it. Here is the thing, that thing they say, how your degree doesn't dictate your job, is absolutely and completely true. Don't get me wrong, if you want to be a teacher you need a teaching degree, and if you want to be a nurse, you need a nursing degree, but I see all the different degrees people have here and really, it doesn't matter.

So that's my last 7 months in a nutshell. I'm starting to feel the pressure of being an adult. Finishing a degree, getting another job, paying rent. I am making a ton of changes this year, with more to come on that, but I am making them because they are what I want. I like to think everything happens because it is supposed to, and it if wasn't supposed to, it doesn't matter because it has already happened. I've never been good at planning. I have sort of stumbled around to get where I am, for better or for worse.

November 2, 2014

The Five Person Principle

When it comes to people and friend making I have one basic observation. It is only possible to establish, build, and maintain five true friendships at any given time. This number can differ, give or take one or two, but for the most part five seems to be the most reasonable number. These people are the most trusted, most valued, and life changing. Maybe this thought makes me a cynic, or unpopular, but if acquaintances, hangouts, drinking buddies, classmates, coworkers are taken out of the friendship mix, then there leaves only five. 

Of these five people, two will remain stagnant. One is a best friend, probably someone from grade school. The second another longtime friend. The first can potentially be a significant other, but this is up for debate. I think they belong in a realm of their own, but they can also be counted in the five. The stagnant two aren't always around, but when they return, it's like they never left. Then there are three people that are fluid. These people are the people you see on a regular basis who are there to help in times of need. They are trusted, and important, but can change. The fluid three are not going to be the same people now as they were a year ago, nor as they will be a year from now. 

The thing about the five person rule is those fluid three become important. They are the people who are available to give advice and to confide in face to face due to their proximity. However these people change. They come and go without real warning or notice. They are the people who at one point are the extremely important, and then suddenly onto the next phase of their lives. Life happens and people move on, but it's crazy to know that the people who are the most important now, may not even be a thought five years, and will be replaced. 

Maybe I am wrong about this theory, but I find it to be true. My static two are the same and probably have been for the last five years. My fluid three have changed since last semester. The problem with fluid friends is that when they go, there is a bit of a feeling of loss. There is a feeling of trying to hold onto something that was meant to change. But everything changes. It's just weird to think that people who knew everything about me 6 months ago, know nothing about me know. I know people are going to come and go, but I have never been particularly good at dealing with it.  

October 30, 2014

Luck

I am a firm believer in luck. I believe that there are things out there that are beyond our control, and that good fortune happens upon people who did nothing to deserve it. I believe that the circumstances of which we hold no control hold a tremendous amount of control over us. I think that where we are born and and who we were raised by makes a huge difference in how our lives will turn out. However, I find myself alone on this stance.

When I ask someone, "Do you believe in luck?" I usually don't get an affirmative response. Maybe I am asking the wrong people, or not explaining myself well enough. I seem to get a lot of responses about things happening for a reason and I don't doubt they do, but if good things, or bad, happen and you have no control, I like to call it luck. I have a pretty good life. Lately it's been a bit of a mess but overall I live a good life. I have good parents, and good friends. I did nothing to earn my parents. My tiny 6 month old self did nothing to get to America, but out of sheer luck, here I am. My mother doesn't believe it was luck though; she believes it was God's plan. The almighty God's Plan. I'm never sure what to think about people who say that. If this world was God's Plan, than he should probably do some editing. But then if there is a reason to believe this plan exists, it's the fact that I am right here, right now, thousands of miles away from where I started out, with people I never would have known.

So luck, plan, I think it's one in the same. I know that's not the reasoning my mom would want to hear, but I think it's pretty sound. It's times when I feel like the plan is failing that I have to remember that I am still incredibly lucky.

September 11, 2014

The Choices We Make

Life is all about choices. Choices to change, choices to stay the same. Choices made over careful deliberation, and choices without thinking of the consequences. Everyday we are faced with a series of questions, followed by a series of choices. Do we want to get up in the morning? Do we want to be the kind of person that would make others proud? What will make us happy? Are we looking for a temporary high, a quick fix, a piece of revenge, or to be loved for the wrong reasons? Are we just shouting into the void to fill the one inside us that is just as vast? The answers to those questions aren't always so clear. What we think is right for us might not be. When stuck between a rock and a hard place, the answer isn't always so black and white.

Along with these choices comes change. We become so comfortable with what we have, and we forget that nothing stays the same. We think, and hope that when we come back, things will remain. But that mind set will only lead to disappointment. Seizing the day means deciding which day to seize. There is more than one right way, and two roads can often both lead to great rewards. We must decide which rewards are more important, and whether we willing to loose one thing to gain something else.

August 25, 2014

Back to the Grind

Well, it's that time again. It's time to get back to the routine of early mornings, rushed meals, late night studying, and perpetual exhaustion. I packed my backpack for the morning like a loser. I had the binder versus notebook debate for all of classes. I'm more of a notebook fan, but I have all these loose leaf textbooks that go into binders. I hate loose leaf books by the way. They have their merits because I can take section in and out, but there is no resale value and I always end up ripping half the pages. I paid almost $200 for two textbooks that can fit into one inch binders. Maybe I should make my calling the textbook business. They're probably raking it in.

So, another year, another major. My indecisiveness is showing. I am technically still a biology major on paper, and I just laugh when someone asks me what I am majoring in. I don't even really know right now.

I'm giving the commuter life a try this semester. Like the actual commuter life where I have to drive 30 minutes back home to my parents house. I am already dreading it. I know I shouldn't complain, and I do love my family, but it is sort of bumming me out. Watching all of my friends move into their new apartments while I return home make me feel like I am regressing, but then again, I don't have to pay rent, so there is something positive about my predicament.
I think my biggest fear for this semester is being forgotten. I know it's stupid, but with everyone close to campus and me going back home, I worry that I am going to be cut out of the loop. I suppose I should also worried about sucking at another major, but I have a good feeling about this one. It's too early to tell, but after this summer, I know leaving biology was the right decision. So far I've learned two fields I don't want to be in. Sometimes you have to know what you don't like to know what you do. Or at least that's what I tell myself to justify my mess of a college career.
Welcome to a first day like all other first days. The struggle of falling asleep the night before, wondering who is in your classes, hoping you have the same lunch as your friends, and praying you won't get lost finding your way is the same from kindergarten to college.

Happy 1st day of school!

Noelle

July 26, 2014

Late Night Summer Rambles

I originally tried to write a funny post, but this semester turned my this writing space into a contemplate life, the world, and other things deeply, or as deeply as a suburban middle class teenager can, blog so I gave up. The post wasn't very funny and it was really scattered. I've found it is hard to find things to write about in the summer. Life seems to get simpler when we enter these three months. Maybe that isn't true for everyone, and trust me my summer is nothing like the lazy days I experienced before I was expected to be an adult, but it's been simpler. Wake up, do school work, pack lunch, drive to campus, eat lunch, go to class, go to work, go to class, do homework, rinse and repeat. A two class workload moves at a quicker pace, but still is less to worry about than the semester course load. I do miss the days when summer meant playing outside with the kids from the neighborhood, swimming, and reading books I actually wanted to read.

We have passed the midpoint of summer, or what is supposed to be summer. I've had some pretty great times though. I've spent a lot of time hanging out in the apartments of friends and there have been a fair amount of birthday celebrations. I also went to my first MLS game, which was then canceled when someone got stuck by lightning, so I instead got to see my first movie in Columbus. 22 Jump Street, funny flick. It was a weird group but those are always the best one's. No one is mad at anyone else.

I've been thinking a little about happiness after an impromptu bench conversation. My mentality has always been do what makes you happy, but maybe it isn't about what will make us happy, or maybe happiness is temporary, or selfish. Happiness is still of importance, and love, and commitment, and a million other things. But, what makes you happy, or what you think will make you happy, maybe isn't the plan. Maybe there is more to it, but we don't get to know. So all I can say is stick to your guns, laugh often, make great friends, experience everything you can, learn from your mistakes, and do what you feel in your heart is right. You can't anticipate the plan because it writes itself, and life just happens.

Speaking of plans writing themselves (like that segue..) here is my summer, so far, in pictures.
I've spent most of the summer at this place, or in class. 
Shirali sticky noted her entire house to plan her party.
Same party. It was past Madison's bedtime
I spent a night with my Dad. We wandered around Kent State and he told me about May 4,
 and the many connections my family has.
If I remember correctly, a bullet struck though this metal sculpture.
Balloon Fest, an annual thing here in Canton, Ohio.
These firework's sucked. They were all hidden behind clouds

Well, hope everyone's summer is going smoothly. Enjoy the month left to come.

Noelle

May 10, 2014

Goodbye and Good Luck

"Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf,
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day
Nothing gold can stay."

When I was in ninth grade, we had to write a class poem. I thought it was dumb, and I still sort of think it's dumb. My teacher was a first year who had to be explained by a room of 14-year-olds that Georgia was indeed a country and the New York Times was a newspaper. She presented us with a poem by Robert Frost, "Nothing Gold Can Stay" and had us write a poem, "There Had to Be a Last Time," and even though I found the assignment a little juvenile, it holds a bit of truth, there is always a last time, nothing gold can stay.

I write to you for the last time from the Honors Complex here at the University of Akron. I am sitting here in my empty echoey room blasting music for the last time. I spent my last night on the floor of my friends room sleeping in my jeans. We all didn't want to go back to rooms with half of the belongings gone. So we slept like sardines on a mattress on the floor.

I've spent this whole week a little sad, and mad, and everything in between. It's weird, because I usually don't do feelings openly, but lately I've wanted to. I had a bit of a freak out. Like hysterical laughing, monotone talking, pouring out feelings breakdown, and honestly I don't remember half of it. I feel a little bad about it because I vented on someone who was sort of studying, but she was there, and she was an incredibly good listener. I never do this, but sometimes things happen, and they're aren't as mind wrecking as a singular problem, but they just keep spiraling into everything else and they just won't stop. I don't think I've ever been like that, ever. But I've learned I need to face my problems, and a very wise friend told me if you find someone you want to keep around, you don't let them go. These people that I've met here, I have to work at it, because I can't let them go.

So sometimes you have to feel. I'm not used to these manic, overwhelming feelings. I don't really do them and and I feel like I have been on overload. I walk around carrying these thoughts, and worrying about things, and thinking they don't matter, but I care because they do matter, because I am lucky enough to have something to lose.

I feel sort of stupid getting sentimental about this. I'm not graduating, I'm not leaving, I will still be at the same school with the same people, but something about this feels final. I know that I will still see everyone, but I won't be living with them. I can't walk down the hall and ask a question or hang out whenever. I won't be able to run into someone's room to rant about something completely unimportant, and they won't be able to do that to me. I won't walk the campus at night or fall asleep to the mumbles of my sleep talking roommate. We will all separate and see each other in passing, because everyone is always so busy. So although nothing is changing, everything is.

I feel like I don't tell people how I feel enough. Like I need to tell people I love them, that I appreciate them because there is only so much time to do it. And like I said before, no one is dying, we will all still exist, but the way things are now will never be the same again. I started off the year thinking I was the greenest most logic driven person ever, and now I just want to hug everyone.

I've always found it funny that every year when my birthday comes around I get the question, "Feel any different being [blank] age?", and every year I answer with a no, because change doesn't happen all at once, it happens gradually, and before you know it everything is different. My little sister is graduating high school this year. It feels like a lifetime since that was me, but in reality we are only 2 years apart. The person I was at seventeen was radically different than who I am now. But, me, I'm not anything original, I am a sum of everyone I've known. My differences now were shaped by all of the people I've spent the last 2 years with, for good and for bad.

But here's to the future. We are here now, and everything that changes will quickly become the norm and these memories will just be pictures inside our heads, and sounds we can't quite remember. But we can look back one day and tell these stories to our grandchildren. We can look with love.

I wish you all the luck in your future endeavors, and although the possibility of losing touch looms in the air, I hope to be there for every single one of them.

Noelle