So Long Sophomore

Here I am at the final week of my sophomore year.

Some people have criticized me for being young but in reality, I'm exactly half way through my college career. No matter what anyone thinks, that is a huge accomplishment.

What I can't wrap my mind around is how quickly the half-way point came. I only have that much longer before I'm kicked out into the "real world" and have to use my degree as a survival kit.

I have been a full time student my entire life; I know nothing different. To not have homework, papers, or exams will be strange...but oh so amazing!

But for now, I still have another half to finish off strong.


--Stevie

"Cs Get Degrees!"

Well, finals week is peaking its head around the corner, laughing and whispering negative thoughts into your ear.

Can I give up already and claim defeat? 

Why as students do we work all semester, but it's the last couple weeks when we want to drop dead?
I caught myself holding my own eye lids open during a class today!

I normally am responsible and never miss a night of necessary studying. Last night, I didn't even open my backpack.

At the beginning of every semester I tell myself that this is going to be a 4.0 semester. By the end, I chant "Cs get degrees!"

I'm not going to tell you to push through and finish strong! Nah, because I personally am going to be running away from finals week and its responsibilities until it swallows me whole...

Oh, and summer classes? Those were a good idea before my brain got burnt like a crisp by this semester. 

Never again!


Unmotivated--Stevie

Gray Waters

The gargantuan waves crashed onto the infinitesimal rock pieces that made up the beach. The belligerent thunderstorm formed over the gray water forcing the wind to whip and roar.

Although this scene was meant to be cantankerous, to me it was beautiful.

The white caps where oceanic paraphernalia. The miniscule crabs ducking back into their safe holes were cute but frightened. The way the rain united with the vast ocean was inseparable, like a mother nourishing her child.

The claps of the thunder reminded me of an over friendly female who you try to avoid but can't seem to run away from.

I’ve always enjoyed thunderstorms and their pugnacious attitudes, but this colossal thunderstorm had a winsome smell to it. It was almost affable.

I would even venture to say it made me feel safe as I traipsed the beach. The storm practically walked along with me; no, it sauntered!

The storm began to grow and crawl closer and closer to me. Before I knew it, my observations of this storm dispersed and I quickly realized that I was its main accessory.


"The sea, once it casts its spell, holds one in its net of wonder forever." -Jacques Cousteau



--Stevie



Stop & Think

You walk past him everyday but think nothing of it. Why? Because you're not him? Because he doesn't pertain to your life?

Because you don't think he pertains to your life?

An observation can be a slight glance. It's not until you really acknowledge something, that it becomes a story... 

So who is this person? 

Maybe he doesn't yet know who he is either. Perhaps he does and he's perfectly content with it. Or maybe he's afraid of who he is and hopes you're not complexly trying to figure him out.


Everyone comes from a unique background and no two lives are identical, no matter how closely they are related. 

So when you continue to ignore and walk past the same person time and time again, maybe consider what their story is.



--Stevie

BOLD

She took a risk. 

Jen walked into that church full of college students and sat down...alone. Already afraid and uncomfortable, she argued with herself whether to stay or to take the easy road and leave the church and her nervousness behind.

"Hey! I'm Kelly. Do you want to come sit with my friends and me?"

Suddenly her face lit up and her fears fled. 

Because of Jen's boldness to take a risk and walk into a positive unknown and thanks to Kelly's  boldness for reaching out to her, Jen's life was changed forever.

Be bold... 

Even if it seems scary.



--Stevie