Day Three- Different Ways to Hold Things Together

1) Tape 2) Some more tape 3) Staples! If all else fails.....glue that shit.

However, in life these quick fixes do not work. In life you question the different means in which you try to hold what there is in your life in place. Faith becomes an everyday tool of choice. In some cases, people walk blindly into the dark lead by their everlasting faith. Faith, right now, for me is knowing that their will be something different on the other side of this 9 months. I love school! I have loved going to school! I can still remember when my older brother and sisters were in elementary school, and I was still not old enough to go, I would beg my parents to let me go with them. One day, when all of my older siblings were sitting down doing their homework I went and grabbed a stack of paper and a pen, walked over to my parents and asked them to make me homework. I wanted so badly to be in school. However, after 17 years of schooling I am ready for a change. I know the road ahead will be tough, but I welcome the challenges it will bring in my life.

Day Two- Pictures

Day Two- All is not what it seems

I never realized how fast 5:45 in the morning sneaks up on you, until this morning. I quite literally wanted to smash my alarm clock into the wall as it beeped and echoed throughout the bedroom. My eyes reluctantly rolled open, and I rolled over to curl up with Andrew for a minute in the cocoon of our warm blanket. As I got out of bed I thought of how miserable it will be in a month or two to be getting up this early and having my feet freeze as they hit the laminate flooring. As my brain finished this thought I turned the corner into my bathroom where I was greeted by my kitten, Pixel, who was curled up in a ball in the sink. I immediately wished I had my camera in my room. I desperately wanted to go grab it from the front room, but I knew once she heard the door open she would leap up and go running. I decided to proceed with my day, and in the future remember to bring my camera into my room with me at night. Before I knew it Andrew and I were both ready to go and headed out the door. We said our goodbyes and went our separate ways. The freeway was packed as usual, but it was a relief to get to school and not have to struggle in traffic to find a place to park. I got to class on time, today a Mass Media Communication journalism class, and listened to the teacher's first day speech. I made my way to the photo lab and noticed that the majority of students were just arriving. It was a different feeling to be finishing my day as everyone else was just arriving, but I actually liked it. Could I be turning into one of the morning people that frighten me?

Day One- Back to School

Why? I know that is probably what your asking yourself right now. Why would anyone want to start a blog about their senior year in college, and who in the world would read it? Well, right now, your reading it, so I am off to a good start. In all honesty, I asked myself the same questions when I got the idea to do this, and so far the only answer I have come up with is that it just sounded like something fun to do, and I wanted to see if I could do it. So....here I am. Today was the first day of my senior year at California State University-Sacramento, better known as Sac State. The day for me started out like any other. At 8:00AM my eyes rolled open, and as much as I tried to fight it I knew it was time to get up. I stayed in bed for a minute to try to mentally prepare myself for the semester ahead of me. I got up and got ready for school, ate my bowl of cold cereal ( Honey Bunches of Oats...no big deal), and I headed out to pick up my parking pass. The freeway was fun as usual and after picking my parking pass up I made the half mile drive to school. It was during this drive that my nervousness set in. My two extremely good friends graduated last semester, and I have not been looking forward to returning to school without them. I reassured myself that I would do fine, if not better because I would have less distractions(no offense.) However, as I walked on campus about a half hour later (because finding parking is ridiculous) I realized just how much having them on campus meant to me. For the first time on this huge campus with literally hundreds of people walking around I felt lonely. As I kept walking I gripped my camera tighter, and realized that I was definitely going to do this blog, and for the next nine months my camera would be with me every step of the way....it would get me through this year, and through college in one piece. I finally arrived at my first class Journalism 130A- which is to be taken with 130B is a news reporting and writing class. The title basically sums up what the whole class is about. After going through the syllabus the teacher told us the two things she wanted us to learn. She wanted to us to "Learn how to think, and Learn how to listen." I immediately wrote this down. I have never thought about listening and thinking being taught to us,and I have never heard someone tell me that I need to "learn how to think," or "learn how to listen." To me these things seem like they should come naturally, but then after watching a video where a man named Julian Treasure explained how people are losing their listening I thought about how much I myself actually listen. For example, if somebody is asking me something before they even finish asking me the question I am already thinking about my response. How do I know how I am going to respond if I don't know the entire question? After listening to someone talk about listening for two hours I went to go see Dan ( the photo man.) If you don't know Dan , you definitely should, he would make your life better with his conversations. I had an amazing conversation with him about listening, and how if people would take the time to listen they would be taking the time to live in the moment. All in all it was a good first day, and I hope that the rest of the semester follows this theme.

So here are the guidelines.....one picture at least every other day, and some form of writing to show I am still alive and not a college dropout everyday. If you like me, you like me, and if you don't, you don't, but hopefully I will be here everyday until I graduate in May 2012. Here is to the next 9 months!