Wednesday, June 8, 2011

Words That Don’t Exist in the English Language.

L’esprit de escalier: (French) The feeling you get after leaving a conversation, when you think of all the things you should have said. Translated it means “the spirit of the staircase.”
Waldeinsamkeit: (German) The feeling of being alone in the woods.
Meraki: (Greek) Doing something with soul, creativity, or love.
Forelsket: (Norwegian) The euphoria you experience when you are first falling in love.
Gheegle: (Filipino) The urge to pinch or squeeze something that is unbearably cute.
Pochemuchka: (Russian) A person who asks a lot of questions.
Pena ajena: (Mexican Spanish) The embarrassment you feel watching someone else’s humiliation.
Cualacino: (Italian) The mark left on a table by a cold glass.
Ilunga: (Tshiluba, Congo) A person who is ready to forgive any abuse for the first time, to tolerate it a second time, but never a third time.

Monday, May 9, 2011

Tears are Words the Heart Can't Say.

The end of the school year was easier than I thought it was going to be.  While I did cry a good bit, especially as I thought about all the memories that I had made, I also realized that while all good things must come to an end, more good things usually follow shortly behind, if not immediately.  Yes, I was leaving the room that I had laughed, loved, weeped, and lived in, but I would never really leave it in my heart.  Yes, I was leaving the people that I had grown to consider my best friends, but I know that we all love and support each other endlessly and that we would all see each other soon, especially when we all live together in the same suite next Fall.

This year was a hundred times better than I thought it would ever be, and although I'm taking summer classes for the next six weeks, I'm glad for the change of pace because it will make me that much more grateful for everything that I have when I am reunited with everyone in August.

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

One Day at a Time.

I had a minor emotional crisis in my room last night.  3 AM cry-fests, we really need to stop meeting like this... 

And when I woke up this morning, feeling like absolute crap and the evidence of the previous night still on my face, I lacked any motivation to get up and go to class.  But with the anticipation of my calculus teacher having a PRS quiz at the beginning of class (and me trying to salvage my grade in any way possible), I dragged myself out of the comfort of my bed, and braved the day.  Mind that scarcely any effort was put into this--my hair was sloppily thrown up into a pony tail, my face was unwashed and make-up-less, and I literally grabbed the first thing in my wardrobe.  I lazily caught a bus instead of walking to Howey for class where I proceeded to haphazardly pay attention to the lecture.  Really I was just too busy checking my grades for the thousandth time.

But when I went to French, absolutely dreading giving my project presentation, things changed.  My teacher had brought a baguette and cheese to class, I laughed ridiculously with the guy sitting next to me, and when it came time to present my project, the French magically rolled off my tongue without me having prepared anything.  It was magic, and I realized that my day could be just a little bit better if I just smiled.

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

This is Water.

I got this link from another blog that I read for the beautiful band River James.  It's a copy of David Foster Wallace's commencement speech that he gave at Kenyon University in 2005.  I've always had a soft spot for commencement speeches because they all seem to convey a certain humility that is never expected from a speech that can colloquially be cheesy and over-done.  This is definitely one of the more inspiring speeches that I have read. 

http://moreintelligentlife.com/story/david-foster-wallace-in-his-own-words

"But if you really learn how to pay attention, then you will know there are other options. It will actually be within your power to experience a crowded, hot, slow, consumer-hell type situation as not only meaningful, but sacred, on fire with the same force that made the stars: love, fellowship, the mystical oneness of all things deep down."

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Things That College Has Taught Me.

1. I have a hard time deciphering the fine line between hunger and boredom.
2. It is never too late to eat leftovers.
3. Never underestimate 3 AM dance parties in your best friends' rooms.
4. Write letters by hand.
5. Apologize to my parents for all the times I refused to take a nap when I was little.
6. Don't let cloudy days decide your mood.
7. StumbleUpon is the most addicting site.  Never, ever stumble when you have any amount of homework.
8. It is a small day of joyousness when maintenance finally turns the AC back on.
9. "Free" is the magic word.
10. Debit cards are too tempting.
11. Unlimited texting plans are good ideas.
12. Drinking soda is not an appropriate solution to try to stay up late.
13. The Freshman 15 is not a myth.
14. Find that one best friend that you can tell everything to, without fear of judgement.
15. Go to mass on a regular basis.  Even when you feel like everything in your life is going great, there will come a point when you will need saving.
16. Make friends with the maintenance staff.
17. Be giddy.
18. Laugh.
19. Love.
20. Live.

Monday, February 7, 2011

Inner Geeks.

I love being at a college where I'm not afraid to express my inner geek.  In calculus on Friday, we were discussing the integral test and the p-series when my professor remarked upon the applications of the harmonic series, which is prevalent in music theory.  Then today in my chorale class, Doc, the music director, touched on physics with respect to vocal frequencies.  I love when all my classes tie into each other :)

Monday, January 31, 2011

Homework Galore.

Homework sucks.  Period.  But somehow everything gets a little better when five of your favorite people all pile in one room to do it with you.  Add a couple trips to Eastside and BP, and you've got yourself a pow-wow.  Cool beans.

Monday, January 10, 2011

Back to the Grind...Almost.

I arrived back at school after a lovely Christmas break on Saturday, and it was a happy day.  I hadn't realized just how much I had missed just sitting around and talking with my friends until we were all reunited again in Brown.  The next day, yesterday, really took the cake though.  What a joyous day it was!  The day was spent getting ready for second semester classes and buying books, but the evening was when the real fun began--at about six o'clock, students received the notification that classes would be cancelled the following day due to the weather forecast.  Then about two hours later, the snow started falling.  It fell in huge flakes that quickly covered the ground and that clung to every bit of me: it wasn't long before my black scarf and coat were covered by the powder, and as more snow landed on my head, my hair froze in damp tendrils around my face.  Snowball fights, failed attempts at sledding, and pure joy ensued for the next two hours before we all piled back into the dorm and defrosted while we watched one of my favorite movies, Notting Hill.  I love my friends and could not have asked for a more magical day.

Now today was more slow paced, but it was still nice to have the day off when we usually would have been starting our classes.  Even better: the icy roads have allowed us to have tomorrow off too :)