Greetings everyone. It's getting late, just past 11:30 now, and I am going to try to make this as brief as possible. I know I promised several people to let them know when I got down to Roanoke and all settled in, but it seemed that from the moment I got here, I was consumed with the hustle and bustle of college life right away, and have been busy with my classes already. I knew this was going to be a demanding year, and after (not even a full) week of classes, I can already confirm that yes, this is going to be a very demanding year for me.
Since it's 11:30, naturally I am in Lucas Hall, the foreign language building, doing homework. I have about 100 pages of reading left to do, and two poems to write, all before 9:40 am. (guess that whole procrastinating thing didn't take too long—no, in my defense I lost all of Saturday due to an orientation seminar I had to attend for my job at the writing center)
ANYWAY. Quick update on my classes:
Monday:
9:40-10:40 — Gender in Early World Literature
This is a course that I was looking forward to all summer, and have been slightly let down in the first two meetings, which probably isn't fair. The subject still seems interesting enough, but I was unaware that it was "Early World" literature, and as fascinating as gender issues in 500BC India may be..... I'd rather focus on contemporary gender issues around the world. Because I mean, have you read the news lately there's a TON of stuff going on that affects gender everywhere!
Anyway, we study India, "Near East" (unit on Genesis/Middle East), China, Greece, Medieval England and Medieval Japan. Our "most modern" text is from the year 1200, so we're definitely pulling on that "Early World" part of the course title. Oh well, let's hope the cultural elements spice up the rest of it...
2:20-3:50 — Intro to Poetry
I am looking forward to this course, despite the fact that poetry is not something I write often (hah. like i've written much of anything lately...). Sure, I won Roanoke's poetry award last year, but all that seemed to do was add an immense load of pressure on me because it was a stroke of luck. Poetry is something I only write in a very spur-of-the-moment kind of way, so having a class on it where I'm going to be expected to crank out a poem every two or three days might be a very daunting task at first...but i'm definitely up for the challenge, and hope it makes that half of my writing even stronger. Who knows....
TUESDAY
8:30-10:00 — Writing Across the Curriculum
This is my required class for my job in the Writing Center. I'm going to be taking it PASS/FAIL because it literally has no effect on my major or anything. I just need to pass the course to work in the writing center, so why risk hurting my GPA with a B in a course that I don't need for my degrees? That sounds pretentious but oh well :b I'm not really looking forward to this course because it's at 8:30 in the morning, and it's like "hey, this is how you teach people to write" and I already took a course last semester that really dove into the theories of writing pedagogy, so I feel like this might just be beating a dead horse..... while being exhausted. Hopefully I'm wrong there, too!
10:10-11:40 — Advanced Fiction Writing
Easily my favorite course of the semester. My professor is my idol and role model for why I'm studying this major, I have had class with him both semesters last year, and he pushes me to work harder, while giving me the encouragement and confidence I need as a writer, which is insanely difficult at some times. The course is structured almost identically to the intro course, which makes me thin he's going to grade our work 235456443524 times harder, but that just means I need to focus on what we learned last year and perfect the craft even more. I'm ready. I'm excited.
2:50-4:00(?) — 16th Century France
This is a course that I took as a last-second decision because my French professor, and friend, Dr. Scaer suggested I look into it. Again, it's more of an elective course, but it looks at medieval texts and history from 1500-1599 in France. There's a TON of cool stuff that happened during that time, not only in France, but in Europe in general (ie: the Reformation and the birth of the Renaissance?) So I'm looking forward to it, but it just might be a conflict with my work schedule in the writing center because I work Tuesdays at 4, so we'll see how that goes this week.
WEDNESDAY and THURSDAY are the same as MONDAY, TUESDAY respectively, and FRIDAY is just my Gender Literature class, which is nice because it means when I have breaks that start after classes (Fall Break in October!) I am done with class at 10:40 and can hit the road early, so I'm totally looking forward to that!
In other news, I'm working in the Writing Center, as I've mentioned before, which is a good opportunity to get experience working with students at a college-level. If I end up going into teaching after school/grad school, I'm going to be teaching in a college level environment, so it would be really great to have experience working with students from all different disciplines and get an understanding of the kinds of issues students have with writing, and how to approach them.
I'm also working on the staff of On Concept's Edge which is the school's Literary Magazine. I'll be blunt and say the leading drive behind me joining the staff is to try and prevent mistakes form happening like what happened to me with my entry last year (the wrong name....) But I also think this is another good experience to be involved with student literature, as well as the process of compiling and editing a written publication, on a school-level.
Finally, I was approached by my Fiction Writing professor just before the semester started, inquiring about whether or not I would be interested in helping out on the staff of the Roanoke Review. This is a national literary publication that showcases various kinds of fiction from individuals all over the country. It is a phenomenal opportunity to gain experience on the publishing-side of things. Plus, it's another opportunity to network with my professor and his contacts in the field, which is never a bad thing in today's world.
I'm really starting to build up my resume and as long as I can keep my GPA above a 3.5 with all of these additional extra curriculars, I should be well on my way to working towards whatever it is that comes next. As of right now, I'm definitely pushing for my Masters, but that's still a year and a half out, really.
So much for this being short and brief.... I'll hopefully be updating more frequently, keeping you all in the loop with my jobs and writings and whatnot—maybe even posting some if it here, who knows—so I apologize if I just sort of jetting down the coast and left you hanging!
So glad to be back at Roanoke. It was strange to return to a school for once, rather than starting new as a transfer. I'm looking forward to the year ahead, and will be back up North in October, so I hope to see ya then!
Sorry if this is all over the place, very distracted this evening, but wanted to get this out before I forgot!
Hope all is well, and I hope to hear from y'all soon.
Best,
N.
Sunday, September 1, 2013
Sunday, June 23, 2013
Desert Beginnings 2.0: The Great Trek Across America
Cheers everyone! Now that I've caught up on my sleep and have adjusted to the three hour time difference (though, the 100°+ temperatures are still a bit to get used to...) I thought I would give y'all a bit of better introduction to everything going on!
To start off the day we headed off to Corte Bella for an incredible Sunday Brunch. My family has been coming out to AZ and would rave about this awesome brunch that they had, but I had never experienced it—until now! Corte Bella is in a gated community, but their Sunday Brunch is open to the public, and boy is it worth it. Complete with an omelette and Belgian waffle station, this buffet comes with a plethora of fresh fruit, bacon and sausage, biscuits and gravy, and even a delicious apple strudel! Plus a bottomless cup of coffee—can't go wrong there.
Anyway, Gram and I have planned a potential route across the country which would get us to Cape Cod mid-afternoon on Sunday June 30. We're planing to drive about 450-600 miles a day, and with stops to see family and such along the way, it should take just about a week, depending on weather.
To start off the day we headed off to Corte Bella for an incredible Sunday Brunch. My family has been coming out to AZ and would rave about this awesome brunch that they had, but I had never experienced it—until now! Corte Bella is in a gated community, but their Sunday Brunch is open to the public, and boy is it worth it. Complete with an omelette and Belgian waffle station, this buffet comes with a plethora of fresh fruit, bacon and sausage, biscuits and gravy, and even a delicious apple strudel! Plus a bottomless cup of coffee—can't go wrong there.
Anyway, Gram and I have planned a potential route across the country which would get us to Cape Cod mid-afternoon on Sunday June 30. We're planing to drive about 450-600 miles a day, and with stops to see family and such along the way, it should take just about a week, depending on weather.
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| Here is a tentative map of The Great Trek! |
But who knows... that may change. :D
If you'd like to keep yourself up-to-date on my travelings, I've found this site that lets me create and update a map like the one above. So, if you would like to check that out, I have the start and end points in now, but where we end up... nobody knows!
To see the our progress on The Great Trek Across America: (click here)
That's all from me for now. I should be back up tomorrow, in either El Paso, TX or Albuquerque, NM depending on where we end up!
Ciao!
-N
Saturday, June 22, 2013
Desert Beginnings
I'm terrible at keeping this damn thing up-to-date. I apologize for that. In fact, I have a post that's basically finished that I wrote back in May, but it's virtually irrelevant. So much has happened since my last update, and rather than make it a full post like I had planned to do with my previous post, I'm just going to sum it up rather quickly:
My Spring Semester could have been described in a number of words, but in the end, I have to admit that I was proud of myself. I was taking six classes and managed to achieve Dean's List once again, with an even higher GPA than my Fall Semester. If I can maintain at least a 3.5 and stay on Dean's List, I'll be happy—but I definitely surpassed that this semester :]
In terms for summer plans, I've wound up staying at home. I briefly considered going out to Cape Cod and looking for a summer job, but I was fortunate enough to find a job back home in Oxford and I could not love it any more than I already do. I have an amazing boss who respects me and trusts me, and I'm learning a lot from him, too.
For those of you that don't know, I am working at a liquor store in town, which has a number of advantages. The most important, I feel, is that I am getting to learn so much about wine which will help me later on in life, once I'm 21 and such!
Anyway, I apologize for the brevity of this post and the sporadicness, but i've been up for the better part of the last 72 hours and feel pretty dazed. I'm currently typing this from my bed in Arizona. I flew out today to spend some quality time with my grandma, and drive her from Phoenix to Cape Cod, Mass. It is going to be an experience, and I am sure that there will be a lot to talk about over the next week and a half. I cannot guarantee a post every day, as I may not be exposed to wifi. However, I have an actual journal/notepad with me so I can write there and transfer later :]
Hope all is well. I'll be sure to make a more meaningful post when I'm a bit more coherent!
Ciao1
-N.
My Spring Semester could have been described in a number of words, but in the end, I have to admit that I was proud of myself. I was taking six classes and managed to achieve Dean's List once again, with an even higher GPA than my Fall Semester. If I can maintain at least a 3.5 and stay on Dean's List, I'll be happy—but I definitely surpassed that this semester :]
In terms for summer plans, I've wound up staying at home. I briefly considered going out to Cape Cod and looking for a summer job, but I was fortunate enough to find a job back home in Oxford and I could not love it any more than I already do. I have an amazing boss who respects me and trusts me, and I'm learning a lot from him, too.
For those of you that don't know, I am working at a liquor store in town, which has a number of advantages. The most important, I feel, is that I am getting to learn so much about wine which will help me later on in life, once I'm 21 and such!
Anyway, I apologize for the brevity of this post and the sporadicness, but i've been up for the better part of the last 72 hours and feel pretty dazed. I'm currently typing this from my bed in Arizona. I flew out today to spend some quality time with my grandma, and drive her from Phoenix to Cape Cod, Mass. It is going to be an experience, and I am sure that there will be a lot to talk about over the next week and a half. I cannot guarantee a post every day, as I may not be exposed to wifi. However, I have an actual journal/notepad with me so I can write there and transfer later :]
Hope all is well. I'll be sure to make a more meaningful post when I'm a bit more coherent!
Ciao1
-N.
Wednesday, April 3, 2013
The Final Stretch
I believe there's a certain sense of irony in the fact that I'm just starting this post at 12:30am, when I have mountains of homework that I should be doing.
Maybe it isn't irony, I don't really know. I tend to think everything is a bit ironic in its own way, even if it isn't.
To say that a lot has happened this past semester would be an understatement.
To say that a lot has happened this past year would be an even bigger one.
Sometimes I feel a bit guilty that I am so happy here at Roanoke College. When I step back and really try to think about it, I find it's difficult to explain to people, and I have to be very careful when talking about my college experience thus far, because it has been very unique. There have been ups, and there have been downs, but I feel like I must stress the fact that I do not regret a moment of it. There have been some difficult times, yes, but I have absolutely loved every moment--from the day I committed to Franklin College, to the time I decided I needed to transfer, from the time I accepted Roanoke's (second) offer, to tonight, as I sit in Lucas once again to type out another blog post. I sometimes feel that I make it sound like Franklin was a terrible experience and a waste of my time, and that wasn't the case at all. Yes, the school had some issues, but what school doesn't? Yes, I was not as happy as I am now, but there was a lot going on all at once. However, I have had some of the greatest experiences of my life at Franklin, and have made some friends that I truly believe will be a part of my life for the rest of my life. (Yes, Kaitlin, Emily, and Michelle, I'm talking to you! Greece Part __ will have to happen soon.) So while I may roll my eyes and laugh when someone asks why I transferred from Switzerland, please don't think that I regret it, or that it was a waste of time or money, or anything like that. Because I firmly believe that a large part of why I am who I am today is from those experiences. I credit Franklin for sparking my (initial hate, and then) passion of feminism and equality. Such a global setting, and such diverse people have allowed me to open my mind to a whole new realm of possibilities that I may not have considered if I kept myself in such a closed environment. And that's only one part of it. So much has happened in these past few semesters, months, years!
This has been an adventure that I am so proud to look back on. I don't know many people that can say they had their parents drop them off at an JFK International and just let them go the way my parents did. I'm sure ya'll are tired of reading me thank my parents as much as I do, but I really cannot imagine where I would be if I didn't have such amazing parents that believed in me and bent over backwards to try and give me the best opportunities possible. In fact, I could argue that this entire adventure really began back in 8th grade, when Mom and Dad agreed to let me go to St. Joe's. I don't think I would have ended up where I am, Franklin or Roanoke really, if it hadn't been for St. Joe's.
It's funny, really, because I look back and it seems that most every place I've "left" has ended on a relatively poor note, but the longer I find myself "away" from that place, the more it means to me, and the stronger that connection becomes. I'd be lying if I said my last few months at SJ were enjoyable. The lame duck period of being accepted to college yet having to wait for that chapter to begin was agony. But if I am back in Connecticut for any period of time and don't make it back to SJ, I feel like I'm missing something.
I laugh now, because I remember rolling my eyes at all the "Come home to Joe" speeches I heard over the years, and here I am, two years later, coming home every time. I will always be a Cadet, and I will continue Coming Home to Joe whenever I have the opportunity, because St. Joseph's High School shaped my character and my identity in such a way, that I feel obligated to go back, as a sort of thank you to those that have helped me get to where I am today. People like Mme. Marcucci, Ms. Broderick, Mrs. Cardillo, and Ms. Lowell. And especially Mrs. Green. These teachers showed me the potential I had and inspired me to do well, and I owe them more than I could ever express through words.
Anyway, I feel like I always start these updates with a purpose and I end up miles from that point by the time I'm done. So I'll try to bring it back to the present, and wrap it up quickly since it's nearly 1:00AM and I have some American Literature to be reading!
While Franklin College was an exceptional experience, Roanoke College has offered me so many opportunities in the past eight months, and I can really see myself thriving here. This community (another concept that I laughed at when I first got to St. Joe's) is so strong and so real that I want to be a part of it, and I want to be remembered as someone that was, and is, a part of this community. I have not yet been in Salem, Virginia for a full year, yet I find the same sense of pride that I feel for St. Joe's here. I am so proud to be a Maroon (I couldn't even escape St. Joe's colors!) and I want Roanoke College to be proud to have me as a Maroon, too.
Today I had the opportunity to attend an Awards ceremony, and had no idea what I was there to receive. As I walked in, I sat down next to a fellow Creative Writing major, and she asked if I had known about "the other award I received."
"I don't even know why I'm here," I responded. I was too anxious with how underdressed I felt because I had come from class and was in a polo and jeans. ("At least I decided to change out of my flannel, huh?" I commented to a friend later on.)
I began flipping through the program of all the students that had received awards, and finally came to the English section. The first one I noticed was the "Charles C. Wise Poetry Award" an "award, made possible by an anonymous donor, for an original poem judged outstanding by the member of the English Department. I was fortunate enough to take First Place in this contest, and my work will be featured in Roanoke College's Literary Magazine, On Concept's Edge.
Secondly, I noticed another award with my name beside it:
"Literary Studies Outstanding Sophomore Performance Award"
This is "an award recognizing an outstanding sophomore major in Literary Studies, chosen by the Literary Studies faculty, who shows a high degree of promise in the field. For the award, students must have completed twelve course units; must have completed or be in the process of completing four courses in the major; and must have an overall GPA of 3.0. The name of each year's winner will be inscribed on a perpetual plaque and the designated student will receive a cash award."
As I was listening to our department chair describe the award, I learned that this was the first year this particular award was awarded, making me the first recipient. Therefore, when this plaque is created, I shall be the first recipient. I am now a part of history here at Roanoke College.
I don't like to praise myself for my accomplishments that often. I like to think of myself as being a rather humble person, or modest at least. I find it awkward to just glorify myself for all of my accomplishments, and I find that I don't particularly care for people that consistently need to one-up or undermine another person for his or her achievements; so why would I want to be that person?
However, I would like to think, and hope, that I do not come across in such a way.
Instead, I feel like this is something that means so much to me. I have had a very difficult time in the past qualifying myself as having anything worthwhile to contribute to a larger community. Throughout school I performed decently, but was never acknowledged for my effort (which was arguably half-assed so I never assumed any recognition). At Franklin, I again, performed well, but I didn't necessarily have the Global Awareness drive that many of those people had. Sure, I loved traveling (still do) and loved having the exposure to so many different cultures, but I was never really part of a standout crowd there. I just did what I needed to to get by.
Roanoke is different. I feel like the Creative Writing program is helping my achieve new levels of personal success. I credit Paul Hanstedt, my Creative Writing and Composition Theory professor for helping me find that authority and renew my confidence in myself, which was something I lost long, long ago. I never would have imagined myself entering a poetry contest before meeting Paul (or Anna, who ultimately pushed me to enter the contest.) Even though I was a creative writing major, I didn't think people actually wanted to read my work. But Paul showed me that I had potential, that I was good at what I loved, and that it was worth pursuing.
So here I am, nearing the final weeks of my first year here at Roanoke, and I could not be happier. Sometimes it's hard to remember that the small things aren't the most important--there will always be drama with peers, and disagreements on group assignments, but here at Roanoke College, I am finding myself. I am excelling in my studies, in my major, in my social relationships. I got a job at the Writing Center for next year, and will be helping students improve their writing, and I even applied to be a Resident Assistent (RA) too! I should find out sometime this week how that went, so wish me luck there.
Things are going incredibly well here. I'm not ready for them to change, and I hope things end on a good note this semester, and I am able to pick right back up in the fall. But I don't want to think about that just yet. One day at a time, one assignment at a time.
On that note, I'm off to read some Robert Frost. I bid thee farewell, until next time. And thank you all, again, for your continued support. It really does mean the world to me.
Best,
Nick
Maybe it isn't irony, I don't really know. I tend to think everything is a bit ironic in its own way, even if it isn't.
To say that a lot has happened this past semester would be an understatement.
To say that a lot has happened this past year would be an even bigger one.
Sometimes I feel a bit guilty that I am so happy here at Roanoke College. When I step back and really try to think about it, I find it's difficult to explain to people, and I have to be very careful when talking about my college experience thus far, because it has been very unique. There have been ups, and there have been downs, but I feel like I must stress the fact that I do not regret a moment of it. There have been some difficult times, yes, but I have absolutely loved every moment--from the day I committed to Franklin College, to the time I decided I needed to transfer, from the time I accepted Roanoke's (second) offer, to tonight, as I sit in Lucas once again to type out another blog post. I sometimes feel that I make it sound like Franklin was a terrible experience and a waste of my time, and that wasn't the case at all. Yes, the school had some issues, but what school doesn't? Yes, I was not as happy as I am now, but there was a lot going on all at once. However, I have had some of the greatest experiences of my life at Franklin, and have made some friends that I truly believe will be a part of my life for the rest of my life. (Yes, Kaitlin, Emily, and Michelle, I'm talking to you! Greece Part __ will have to happen soon.) So while I may roll my eyes and laugh when someone asks why I transferred from Switzerland, please don't think that I regret it, or that it was a waste of time or money, or anything like that. Because I firmly believe that a large part of why I am who I am today is from those experiences. I credit Franklin for sparking my (initial hate, and then) passion of feminism and equality. Such a global setting, and such diverse people have allowed me to open my mind to a whole new realm of possibilities that I may not have considered if I kept myself in such a closed environment. And that's only one part of it. So much has happened in these past few semesters, months, years!
This has been an adventure that I am so proud to look back on. I don't know many people that can say they had their parents drop them off at an JFK International and just let them go the way my parents did. I'm sure ya'll are tired of reading me thank my parents as much as I do, but I really cannot imagine where I would be if I didn't have such amazing parents that believed in me and bent over backwards to try and give me the best opportunities possible. In fact, I could argue that this entire adventure really began back in 8th grade, when Mom and Dad agreed to let me go to St. Joe's. I don't think I would have ended up where I am, Franklin or Roanoke really, if it hadn't been for St. Joe's.
It's funny, really, because I look back and it seems that most every place I've "left" has ended on a relatively poor note, but the longer I find myself "away" from that place, the more it means to me, and the stronger that connection becomes. I'd be lying if I said my last few months at SJ were enjoyable. The lame duck period of being accepted to college yet having to wait for that chapter to begin was agony. But if I am back in Connecticut for any period of time and don't make it back to SJ, I feel like I'm missing something.
I laugh now, because I remember rolling my eyes at all the "Come home to Joe" speeches I heard over the years, and here I am, two years later, coming home every time. I will always be a Cadet, and I will continue Coming Home to Joe whenever I have the opportunity, because St. Joseph's High School shaped my character and my identity in such a way, that I feel obligated to go back, as a sort of thank you to those that have helped me get to where I am today. People like Mme. Marcucci, Ms. Broderick, Mrs. Cardillo, and Ms. Lowell. And especially Mrs. Green. These teachers showed me the potential I had and inspired me to do well, and I owe them more than I could ever express through words.
Anyway, I feel like I always start these updates with a purpose and I end up miles from that point by the time I'm done. So I'll try to bring it back to the present, and wrap it up quickly since it's nearly 1:00AM and I have some American Literature to be reading!
While Franklin College was an exceptional experience, Roanoke College has offered me so many opportunities in the past eight months, and I can really see myself thriving here. This community (another concept that I laughed at when I first got to St. Joe's) is so strong and so real that I want to be a part of it, and I want to be remembered as someone that was, and is, a part of this community. I have not yet been in Salem, Virginia for a full year, yet I find the same sense of pride that I feel for St. Joe's here. I am so proud to be a Maroon (I couldn't even escape St. Joe's colors!) and I want Roanoke College to be proud to have me as a Maroon, too.
Today I had the opportunity to attend an Awards ceremony, and had no idea what I was there to receive. As I walked in, I sat down next to a fellow Creative Writing major, and she asked if I had known about "the other award I received."
"I don't even know why I'm here," I responded. I was too anxious with how underdressed I felt because I had come from class and was in a polo and jeans. ("At least I decided to change out of my flannel, huh?" I commented to a friend later on.)
I began flipping through the program of all the students that had received awards, and finally came to the English section. The first one I noticed was the "Charles C. Wise Poetry Award" an "award, made possible by an anonymous donor, for an original poem judged outstanding by the member of the English Department. I was fortunate enough to take First Place in this contest, and my work will be featured in Roanoke College's Literary Magazine, On Concept's Edge.
Secondly, I noticed another award with my name beside it:
"Literary Studies Outstanding Sophomore Performance Award"
This is "an award recognizing an outstanding sophomore major in Literary Studies, chosen by the Literary Studies faculty, who shows a high degree of promise in the field. For the award, students must have completed twelve course units; must have completed or be in the process of completing four courses in the major; and must have an overall GPA of 3.0. The name of each year's winner will be inscribed on a perpetual plaque and the designated student will receive a cash award."
As I was listening to our department chair describe the award, I learned that this was the first year this particular award was awarded, making me the first recipient. Therefore, when this plaque is created, I shall be the first recipient. I am now a part of history here at Roanoke College.
I don't like to praise myself for my accomplishments that often. I like to think of myself as being a rather humble person, or modest at least. I find it awkward to just glorify myself for all of my accomplishments, and I find that I don't particularly care for people that consistently need to one-up or undermine another person for his or her achievements; so why would I want to be that person?
However, I would like to think, and hope, that I do not come across in such a way.
Instead, I feel like this is something that means so much to me. I have had a very difficult time in the past qualifying myself as having anything worthwhile to contribute to a larger community. Throughout school I performed decently, but was never acknowledged for my effort (which was arguably half-assed so I never assumed any recognition). At Franklin, I again, performed well, but I didn't necessarily have the Global Awareness drive that many of those people had. Sure, I loved traveling (still do) and loved having the exposure to so many different cultures, but I was never really part of a standout crowd there. I just did what I needed to to get by.
Roanoke is different. I feel like the Creative Writing program is helping my achieve new levels of personal success. I credit Paul Hanstedt, my Creative Writing and Composition Theory professor for helping me find that authority and renew my confidence in myself, which was something I lost long, long ago. I never would have imagined myself entering a poetry contest before meeting Paul (or Anna, who ultimately pushed me to enter the contest.) Even though I was a creative writing major, I didn't think people actually wanted to read my work. But Paul showed me that I had potential, that I was good at what I loved, and that it was worth pursuing.
So here I am, nearing the final weeks of my first year here at Roanoke, and I could not be happier. Sometimes it's hard to remember that the small things aren't the most important--there will always be drama with peers, and disagreements on group assignments, but here at Roanoke College, I am finding myself. I am excelling in my studies, in my major, in my social relationships. I got a job at the Writing Center for next year, and will be helping students improve their writing, and I even applied to be a Resident Assistent (RA) too! I should find out sometime this week how that went, so wish me luck there.
Things are going incredibly well here. I'm not ready for them to change, and I hope things end on a good note this semester, and I am able to pick right back up in the fall. But I don't want to think about that just yet. One day at a time, one assignment at a time.
On that note, I'm off to read some Robert Frost. I bid thee farewell, until next time. And thank you all, again, for your continued support. It really does mean the world to me.
Best,
Nick
Thursday, March 7, 2013
Jesus and the Dollar
This post is going to be unlike all those before it. It's focus is not about travel or full of photos or about the classes that I'm taking (however, at the midpoint of the semester I am on track to have a 3.68 or better GPA this semester, holla!) No, this is a post to capture just how unfortunately awkward my life can be, and how I react in the most unexpected situations... so I hope you enjoy.
This particular story begins on Tuesday night, around 9:00pm. I had just picked my friend Ally up in Bridgeport, and we were to have a night full of DVR-ed American Idol, Lord of the Rings marathon, and Mexican dip. On our way back to Oxford from "da Port," Ally suggested we get frozen yogurt.
"But it's like 30 degrees, Ally," I said as I backed out of her driveway.
"Well, yeah, but when is froyo ever a bad idea?" she answered.
We decided we would go, and Ally would get her froyo while I would go to Starbucks next door and get a hot beverage because it was like the tundra outside. After we park and get out of my car and this youngish man (maybe a few years old than me?) approaches us. He's wearing a dark beanie, an oversized coat lined with what appears to be some kind of dark fur, and he's clutching what both Ally and I will go on to realize is a large glass bottle of booze. My heart starts to race and I can feel my shoulders tense up as he approaches us.
"You guys have a dollar or anything?"
Ally is silent.
My mind is racing.
"........I will after I leave Starbucks" I stutter out, wishing I could reel the words back into my mouth as I hear them leave my lips.
"Iight, thanks," he says, and retreats to his stoop on the sidewalk.
Ally and I flail and run into the frozen yogurt place, panicking.
"I feel like I owe drug money, and I don't even do drugs!" I whisper to her as she swirls some chocolate cake yogurt into her cup.
"Why did you say anything!?"
"I panicked! Why didn't you say anything?"
At this point, we're "whispering" pretty badly, and I can tell that the three other people (all employees) in the store are judging us; whether it's because we're talking about how I apparently owe drug money or the fact that we came in ten minutes before closing, I'm not sure. As Ally starts putting various toppings on her snack, I glance out the window towards Starbucks.
"Ally..." I start as she swirls on some hot fudge.
"He's watching us."
"What are you--no he's not," she says as she whips her head around to look at the window.
"OHMYGODHESWATCHINGUS" she almost shrieks.
At this point, we're standing in front of the cash register and the girl who's maybe a year older than me is eyeing us suspiciously.
I'm reminded that everytime I come to this froyo place, I'm with Ally, and we're always obnoxiously loud. Oops?
"If you guys are trying to avoid an awkward situation, you can go out our back door," she says.
"Oh, thanks, but uh... my car's right in front of him," I say, as if she knows the situation or who "he" is. I notice my voice is a half-step higher than normal.
"Oh, haha, good because you couldn't actually go out that door," she said. We all laughed as an awkward silence fell over the room.
"Well, thanks, have a good night," Ally and I say as we push open the door to leave.
"Run to Starbucks," she says.
The guy has disappeared, causing both of us to go into mild fits of hysteria.
"Where is he!?"
We compile a list of the most ridiculously possible places he could be:
In starbucks, waiting.
Sitting in front of my car.
Sitting on my car.
Laying under the car ("Watch your ankles when you get in, haven't you heard about people that do that!?" I say to Ally. We laugh).
After obtaining my hazelnut macchiato, we head towards the door. At this point, I am in a full-blown anxiety attack, and we stop at the counter so I can prepare myself because, despite my sincerest of intentions...I didn't actually have a dollar--just twelve cents. I also sent one last tweet incase this was the end.
We come up with a game plan:
Run to the car.
Don't look at him.
Don't speak.
Don't breathe.
Don't. Laugh.
Live.
"Why didn't you just tell him you didn't have a dollar?" Ally asked as we approach the door.
"Because what if it's JESUS, ALLY? What is this is the Second Coming and he's in disguise!"
We push open the door and don't see him as we step outside.
"There he is," I whisper.
He's walking down the middle of the aisle in the parking lot, directly between my car and the two of us.
Ally lets out a guffaw and runs across the parking lot to the car. I don't look at him because I'm focusing too much on remembering how to breathe.
I get to my car door and he's obviously standing three feet away from me, and I break the silence,
"Idon'thaveadollarbutihavesomechangeifyouwant" I slur out as quickly as I can.
He turns to me "No, that's alri- wait do you mean like quarters and shit?"
"No like... twelve cents," I say. I accidentally drop the change as I try to open my car door in a panic.
"Nah that's fine."
I open my car door.
"Wait, do you have like, any cigs or anything?"
"Sorry, I don't smoke," I say as I slam my car door and lock it. Ally shrieks in laughter (and fear).
"WHAT JUST HAPPENED?" we both scream as I throw the car in reverse.
The guy's disappeared again.
"What if he's on the roof," Ally offers.
"Coming in through the sunroof!" I finish for her.
We drive down the road in silence now. Ally's eating her froyo and I'm still trying to regain feeling in my fingers and regulate my breathing.
"Y'know," I say after a while, "you better hope that wasn't the Second Coming, because if it was you totally just laughed in the face of Jesus."
We throw down the windows and laugh as some God-awful Taylor Swift song starts on the radio.
This particular story begins on Tuesday night, around 9:00pm. I had just picked my friend Ally up in Bridgeport, and we were to have a night full of DVR-ed American Idol, Lord of the Rings marathon, and Mexican dip. On our way back to Oxford from "da Port," Ally suggested we get frozen yogurt.
"But it's like 30 degrees, Ally," I said as I backed out of her driveway.
"Well, yeah, but when is froyo ever a bad idea?" she answered.
We decided we would go, and Ally would get her froyo while I would go to Starbucks next door and get a hot beverage because it was like the tundra outside. After we park and get out of my car and this youngish man (maybe a few years old than me?) approaches us. He's wearing a dark beanie, an oversized coat lined with what appears to be some kind of dark fur, and he's clutching what both Ally and I will go on to realize is a large glass bottle of booze. My heart starts to race and I can feel my shoulders tense up as he approaches us.
"You guys have a dollar or anything?"
Ally is silent.
My mind is racing.
"........I will after I leave Starbucks" I stutter out, wishing I could reel the words back into my mouth as I hear them leave my lips.
"Iight, thanks," he says, and retreats to his stoop on the sidewalk.
Ally and I flail and run into the frozen yogurt place, panicking.
"I feel like I owe drug money, and I don't even do drugs!" I whisper to her as she swirls some chocolate cake yogurt into her cup.
"Why did you say anything!?"
"I panicked! Why didn't you say anything?"
At this point, we're "whispering" pretty badly, and I can tell that the three other people (all employees) in the store are judging us; whether it's because we're talking about how I apparently owe drug money or the fact that we came in ten minutes before closing, I'm not sure. As Ally starts putting various toppings on her snack, I glance out the window towards Starbucks.
"Ally..." I start as she swirls on some hot fudge.
"He's watching us."
"What are you--no he's not," she says as she whips her head around to look at the window.
"OHMYGODHESWATCHINGUS" she almost shrieks.
At this point, we're standing in front of the cash register and the girl who's maybe a year older than me is eyeing us suspiciously.
I'm reminded that everytime I come to this froyo place, I'm with Ally, and we're always obnoxiously loud. Oops?
"If you guys are trying to avoid an awkward situation, you can go out our back door," she says.
"Oh, thanks, but uh... my car's right in front of him," I say, as if she knows the situation or who "he" is. I notice my voice is a half-step higher than normal.
"Oh, haha, good because you couldn't actually go out that door," she said. We all laughed as an awkward silence fell over the room.
"Well, thanks, have a good night," Ally and I say as we push open the door to leave.
"Run to Starbucks," she says.
The guy has disappeared, causing both of us to go into mild fits of hysteria.
"Where is he!?"
We compile a list of the most ridiculous
In starbucks, waiting.
Sitting in front of my car.
Sitting on my car.
Laying under the car ("Watch your ankles when you get in, haven't you heard about people that do that!?" I say to Ally. We laugh).
After obtaining my hazelnut macchiato, we head towards the door. At this point, I am in a full-blown anxiety attack, and we stop at the counter so I can prepare myself because, despite my sincerest of intentions...I didn't actually have a dollar--just twelve cents. I also sent one last tweet incase this was the end.
We come up with a game plan:
Run to the car.
Don't look at him.
Don't speak.
Don't breathe.
Don't. Laugh.
Live.
"Why didn't you just tell him you didn't have a dollar?" Ally asked as we approach the door.
"Because what if it's JESUS, ALLY? What is this is the Second Coming and he's in disguise!"
We push open the door and don't see him as we step outside.
"There he is," I whisper.
He's walking down the middle of the aisle in the parking lot, directly between my car and the two of us.
Ally lets out a guffaw and runs across the parking lot to the car. I don't look at him because I'm focusing too much on remembering how to breathe.
I get to my car door and he's obviously standing three feet away from me, and I break the silence,
"Idon'thaveadollarbutihavesomechangeifyouwant" I slur out as quickly as I can.
He turns to me "No, that's alri- wait do you mean like quarters and shit?"
"No like... twelve cents," I say. I accidentally drop the change as I try to open my car door in a panic.
"Nah that's fine."
I open my car door.
"Wait, do you have like, any cigs or anything?"
"Sorry, I don't smoke," I say as I slam my car door and lock it. Ally shrieks in laughter (and fear).
"WHAT JUST HAPPENED?" we both scream as I throw the car in reverse.
The guy's disappeared again.
"What if he's on the roof," Ally offers.
"Coming in through the sunroof!" I finish for her.
We drive down the road in silence now. Ally's eating her froyo and I'm still trying to regain feeling in my fingers and regulate my breathing.
"Y'know," I say after a while, "you better hope that wasn't the Second Coming, because if it was you totally just laughed in the face of Jesus."
We throw down the windows and laugh as some God-awful Taylor Swift song starts on the radio.
Monday, January 21, 2013
A New Chapter.
Well hello there! I feel like we have met long, long ago, no?
It's a shame that I let this blog fall to the wayside the way so many others have gone before this. However, in my own defense, May was, for any of you that had the pleasure(?) to talk to me during that month, a very hectic time.
At that time, specifically around the time of the 7th, when the post previous to this was written, I was on the cusp of my final exams at Franklin College, while simultaneously balancing my mom coming out to visit and pack me up, and ultimately the Great Move back to the United States. I capitalize "Great Move" because, believe me, if you have ever carted nearly 200lbs of stuff, which had seemingly been your entire life for the past 8 months across a European country.... you would probably capitalize the experience too!
But I'm back. After a good 8 months of time back in the country, I've finally settled in to my new home, and have started a brand new chapter in my life. Just a heads up, I cover a lot in this post, and it's much, much longer than it should be / will be in the future, so bear with me!
Crash course of the past 8+ months to follow!
Roanoke College.
Creative Writing (with an impending) Double Major, Literary Studies. Concentration in Psychology? Maybe. The future is nothing but a blur at this point!
I'm very pleased to finally find time to sit down and work on this blog again. True, it will have a different feel. I will not be hopping across mainland Europe every six months or so, but I'm still moving about the East Coast, and even branching out to the West on occasion! Traveling is still something that I value above many things, so you can expect that to continue, just on a much more local scale! Living in the South is a truly unique experience to that of the fast-paced New England lifestyle I'm so accustomed to, and even more different from that of the leisurely lifestyle that so many Swiss/Europeans value so much.
Interestingly enough, there are many similar aspects from the two, while adding its own flair to my everyday life. I hope that I can share some of that new culture, as subtle as it may seem, with you all over the next few years.
Being January (albeit the end of the month) I decided it was a great opportunity for a new beginning. I know people are all on their New Year's Resolution kicks... (or has everybody given up on theirs already?) so I figured rather than a resolution of sort, though I suppose it could be considered one if you wanted, I would start updating a blog to keep in touch with those that I don't get to see on a (semi-?)regular basis.
The conversation came up with my mom over some break in my first semester, and I sort of dismissed the idea, giving the excuse that "But that blog was for my traveling! I'm in Virginia now, nothing exciting happens there! Y'know what? Some pretty interesting things happen. And even if it didn't, when you go from having the entirety of Europe at your fingertips to the South-Central Virginia, you make some interesting things happen if you can't find any.
So here we are at last, again.
A quick summary of the things that have happened in the past eight-or-so months since my last post (even though I was updating about March) I'll give you a brief photo log accompanied with snapshot summaries of what's happened since then, using my Instagram as a guide!
(this is going to be longer than expected... I apparently did a lot more than I thought.... Who would've thought.)
March 2012: Went Italy, Germany, Denmark, Sweden, and Greece over the course of two weeks.
June 2012: I got my MINI Cooper!!!
August 2012: Moved down to Salem, Virginia to start my first semester at Roanoke College!
October 2012: Visited Trevor at Wagner College on Staten Island, NY
Every day of my life 2012: Consumed far too much caffeine for a normal human being.
Every day of my life 2012: Ate waaaay too much sushi, and apparently instragrammed all of it!
October 2012: Made some great memories, and spent time with family on Fall Break
November 2012: VOTED FOR THE FIRST TIME
November 2012: Had Thanksgiving at my house for the first time in 5 years!
Fall Semester 2012: Found a new mentor and inspiration.
December 2012: Christmas!
December 2012: Made it out to Arizona for the first time in about 6 years!
January 2013: TURNED TWENTY and made coconut curry to celebrate!
It's a shame that I let this blog fall to the wayside the way so many others have gone before this. However, in my own defense, May was, for any of you that had the pleasure(?) to talk to me during that month, a very hectic time.
At that time, specifically around the time of the 7th, when the post previous to this was written, I was on the cusp of my final exams at Franklin College, while simultaneously balancing my mom coming out to visit and pack me up, and ultimately the Great Move back to the United States. I capitalize "Great Move" because, believe me, if you have ever carted nearly 200lbs of stuff, which had seemingly been your entire life for the past 8 months across a European country.... you would probably capitalize the experience too!
But I'm back. After a good 8 months of time back in the country, I've finally settled in to my new home, and have started a brand new chapter in my life. Just a heads up, I cover a lot in this post, and it's much, much longer than it should be / will be in the future, so bear with me!
Crash course of the past 8+ months to follow!
Roanoke College.
Creative Writing (with an impending) Double Major, Literary Studies. Concentration in Psychology? Maybe. The future is nothing but a blur at this point!
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| Heritage Walk, Roanoke College, Salem Virginia |
I'm very pleased to finally find time to sit down and work on this blog again. True, it will have a different feel. I will not be hopping across mainland Europe every six months or so, but I'm still moving about the East Coast, and even branching out to the West on occasion! Traveling is still something that I value above many things, so you can expect that to continue, just on a much more local scale! Living in the South is a truly unique experience to that of the fast-paced New England lifestyle I'm so accustomed to, and even more different from that of the leisurely lifestyle that so many Swiss/Europeans value so much.
Interestingly enough, there are many similar aspects from the two, while adding its own flair to my everyday life. I hope that I can share some of that new culture, as subtle as it may seem, with you all over the next few years.
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| Roanoke was voted on the the 18th most beautiful campuses! |
Being January (albeit the end of the month) I decided it was a great opportunity for a new beginning. I know people are all on their New Year's Resolution kicks... (or has everybody given up on theirs already?) so I figured rather than a resolution of sort, though I suppose it could be considered one if you wanted, I would start updating a blog to keep in touch with those that I don't get to see on a (semi-?)regular basis.
The conversation came up with my mom over some break in my first semester, and I sort of dismissed the idea, giving the excuse that "But that blog was for my traveling! I'm in Virginia now, nothing exciting happens there! Y'know what? Some pretty interesting things happen. And even if it didn't, when you go from having the entirety of Europe at your fingertips to the South-Central Virginia, you make some interesting things happen if you can't find any.
So here we are at last, again.
A quick summary of the things that have happened in the past eight-or-so months since my last post (even though I was updating about March) I'll give you a brief photo log accompanied with snapshot summaries of what's happened since then, using my Instagram as a guide!
(this is going to be longer than expected... I apparently did a lot more than I thought.... Who would've thought.)
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| Our hostel, Studios Arabas, Thessaloniki, Greece |
May 2012: My cousin Zach and Mom visited me in Lugano, and I moved back to the United States.
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| Mom and I on Lake Lugano |
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| Still need to decide on a name for her! |
Summer 2012: Went to Cape Cod more times than humanly possible.
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| Woman on the beach, Provincetown, Cape Cod |
August 2012: Got a new puppy, Leyla!
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| She's gotten much larger since then1 |
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| My half of my double! (I've since moved to a single!) |
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| Brooklyn Bridge, New York, New York |
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| Mill Mountain is the love-child between God and Starbucks. Yeah. I went there. |
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| Sushi from Charlotte, North Carolina |
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| Grandma and Joey on his bike! |
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| So proud to have the right to vote! |
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| Delicious Thanksgiving meal! (I made the pumpkin soup!) |
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| Hong Konged, written by my Creative Writing professor, Paul Hanstedt |
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| Decorated the tree! |
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| National Cemetery, Phoenix, Arizona |
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| Curry for my 20th Birthday Dinner, made by yours truly! |
Well then! Now it's January 2013, and here I am, back in Lucas Hall (world language department) typing away on my Macbook instead of writing my American Lit homework on journal writing.
It's a bit ironic that I'm updating my blog instead of reading on how to write a journal. This is sort of the same thing, isn't it? I hope I'm doing alright for y'all!
Real Fact: The South has converted me!!! I am guilty of slipping "Y'ALL" into every day conversation now! I've resisted for so long, but it's just so soothing and make me feel at-home!
Anyway, what really inspired me to update this blog was because I have new courses that I'm very excited about this semester!
For those of you who hadn't heard, last semester I took 4 courses and made Dean's List with a 3.675 GPA.
I felt very honored and proud of myself for meeting this achievement, and am determined to improve over the course of my time here at Roanoke. I've already stacked the odds against myself, because unlike last semester, when I had only 4 courses, this spring I have a total of six! Funnily enough, I just added a course this afternoon when I ran into my old French professor, but I'll get to that shortly!
This semester, I start off finishing my math requirement for my core, by taking Mobile Apps. I had expected it to be yet another math course like statistics, but it's more of a computer science course, and we actually follow tutorials building actual apps that work on real Android phones! It's pretty neat! In my first few classes, we've created an app that's a picture of a cat that meows and purrs when you "pet" or tap/shake the phone! Pretty cool for an intro class, if you ask me (haha!)
Next if my Composition: Theory and Practice course, which I'll probably refer to as Comp Theory more often than it's full title. This course is very dense, so far, but it's incredibly interesting! We're learning how to teach writing to other people, and the various theories and practices behind different methods. It feels like a weird blend of a creative writing / education course, and I'm really excited to see how it unfolds!
These above classes meet Monday, Wednesday, and Friday for 1 hour long each.
After that is my Character at Crossroads course, which has a focus on Morality and Ethical Literature. So far I'm not incredibly impressed with the course, though I am desperately trying to. It's one of those intro core classes that I need to take, so I'm with a bunch of freshmen who don't seem very thrilled about literature, or ethics for that matter... The subject we're covering seems very interesting, but the group discussion is lacking right now. Hopefully as the semester picks up, the group will come together nicely. At this point, I feel uncomfortable sharing my opinions on literature, as ethics can be a rather touchy subject, and I don't really feel like I can relate to this people, which makes the class awkward and tense at times. Like I said, hopefully it'll improve as time goes on! This course meets on Monday and Wednesday from 4:00-5:30. It makes for a long day, but it's nice because on Fridays, I finish at noon, just like last semester, which is great for the weekend!
On Tuesdays and Thursdays, I have two classes as well, these meet for 90 minutes long each, and I luckily have them one right after the other.
First is another core requirement, but this one is a Psychology course, and it focuses on the difference between Love, Lust, Limerance, and other forms of the word(s). It seems incredibly interesting after the first two classes, and I think it's one of those courses that will really shape the way I'm going to look at the world. In addition to looking at just the basic definitions of "What is Love" versus "What is Lust," we look at how they are implemented across different cultures, so it has a really diverse feeling to it. The professor is named Dino and he looks like that crazy old grandpa everyone has or knows of, who is just a bit too eccentric and starts talking about sex to anyone that'll listen. It's the perfect combination of awkward, hilarity, and informative.
(If that wasn't the most bizarre summary of a college course you've ever heard, I don't want to know where you go/went to college....)
Immediately following that course is my American Lit class. I can't really say too much about it, since we've only met once so far. Our second class was cancelled because a snow storm rolled through and cancelled classes last Thursday afternoon and delayed the college on Friday. To be short, it reminded me how much I dislike "old" American Literature when we had to read Anne Bradstreet and Edward Taylor. However, the syllabus and textbook suggests we'll be reading some Edgar Allan Poe, Sylvia Plath, Kate Chopin, e.e. cummings, and some other good stuff, so I have hope! We apparently just do a few weeks of background 16th-18th Century lit, and the majority of the course is on 19th and 20th Century, which is very, very different, and much more tolerable! The professor seems very different from any I've had thus far, and I'm curious to see how the semester unfold with him. I've heard nothing but good things from him, so I'm very optimistic!
Finally, is my French Paleography course. This little blurb is especially for mme, because I was about to send her an e-mail about this course when I decided I would update my blog and share with everyone else, as well!
Last semester I took what I had thought would be my final French course in college. Roanoke requires up through the 201 level in a foreign language, and I placed into their FREN-201 course. My professor urged me to take 202, and pursue it, but I had other obligations to fulfill for my major and core that I couldn't fit it into my schedule (it was the same time as my Mobile Apps course.)
However, today I was sitting in Lucas (where I am right now...) and by, as fate would have it, my old French Professor walked by the room I was in and stuck his head in to say hello! We talked very briefly, and as he walked away I added "Sorry I couldn't take 202! I just couldn't fit it into my schedule!!" He comes back and starts talking about it, and mentions his Paleography course. I had been under the impression that you had to take his FREN-202 class to take it, but he said I was more than welcome to take it, and that their first meeting was tonight!
French Paleography is an independent study course that meets one night a week for about two hours, so for us we meet Mondays from 7:30-9:30 at Mill Mountain, my beloved coffee shop right down the street!
We study old manuscripts of French from the 800's - 1450's AD. This first class was incredible, and totally surpassed my expectations. Not being confident with my knowledge of French, I was able to pick pieces out that looked familiar, and didn't even feel like I was at a disadvantage. What we are doing is essentially deciphering old script from hundreds of years ago, and trying to put it into a modern context.
For example, this is one of the pieces that we looked at today:
Click here for a larger version, if needed: (click)
Here, the French is very difficult to understand in both appearance, and the writing itself. But we started with words that we recognized, and worked through it line by line, not constrained to in a start-to-finish order. It was very interesting for me, and I think the benefits are three-fold.
First, I'm learning about 'old' French manuscripts. We're deciphering texts that you wouldn't ordinarily see in a classroom, and it is a great cultural study.
Secondly, much of the actual discussion switches back and forth between English and French, which gives me a much more solid understanding than if we were translating old french to modern french. It puts things into a better context for me, as the deciphering is less of a "french" study for me, as a general construction of language/breaking down of a code. I am even learning new grammatical practices that are applicable to the English language.
Finally, discussing the construction of this old language, and how it has adapted from the text to modern French, is a great way to stay in touch with the language, and even clarifies to an extent. As glad as I was to finish my language requirement, I was afraid that I would lose the (minute) French that I did have. I firmly believe in people knowing at least one other language in addition to their native tongue, and would have felt disappointed if I lost French.
Since the class meets once a week, and I don't have classes until 1:10 the day after, I don't mind that the class meets from 7:30-9:30pm. It seems interesting enough to keep me going to class, plus it's a small group, there's only five of us, so I think that enhances the learning as well.
That's another thing! My class sizes are SO GREAT this semester. Comp Theory has 8 people, American Lit has 7, Paleo has 5. My Psych/Mobile App/Lit courses have between 15-20 students, but those are courses for the core requirement that everyone needs to take to graduate, so it's expected that they'd be larger class sizes.
All-in-all, I love this new chapter of my life. I have had a number of people tell me that I seem happier at Roanoke than I did at Franklin, and I'm able to look back and reflect on that and agree. Roanoke is everything that I expected a college to be, and more. I've established some great relationships here with both faculty and student alike, and I feel like the program and school itself is capable of getting me where I want to go (even though I have no idea where that is right now.) That's not to say I regret Franklin or my year in Switzerland at all. I had a fantastic year and met some incredible people there, but the school was just not able to provide what I needed, and I had to make a decision. I have memories that truly will last a lifetime, and it fueled my fire to get out and see the world. I have some great expectations for my future, but right now my year in Lugano has satisfied that hunger for now. Now it's time to get serious and focus on my degree, and then see where that takes me, whether it be graduate school or straight into the work force. I'm leaving the book wide open, ready for whatever life has to throw at me. Do you think I can throw any more clichés into this before this ends?
No? Well, the clock says it's now 12:15, and I should really get to work on my AmLit reading.... so I guess you were saved by the bell.
(Come on guys, I'm funny.)
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