"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

More Than Just Sweat

His feet slam the pavement as his stress balls up in liquid form and roles off his powerful body, left behind him forever. The burn marks from painful words begin to heal and erase with each step. The fear of inadequacy has lost its grip because each hard breath builds his mind stronger. The frustration from life that squeezed itself into his muscles begins its journey out and away from its victim, for now the victim has become the survivor.

The dim echo of cheering whispers in his ear. It builds as he rounds the last kilometer; finish line in sight. His gifted body carries him to the end as the crowd cheers louder and louder.

Running; some do it for fitness, some do it for everything else.

--Stevie

Fallen Half

Joy sat in the pew staring apathetically at the coffin that caressed her grandma. When she first received the apologetic news, she felt overwhelming angst to the point that she was inconsolable. 

            Joy was absolutely enamored with her grandma ever since she was born. As a baby when she would cry, her grandma would rock her in her red wooden rocking chair so passionately that she would fall asleep every time.  

            Joy felt jaded and powerless to carry on without her grandma; her other half. The only thing that pulled her through each day was the memories of her grandma she had repeating in her mind. 

Her beautiful grandma was always bubbly and joyous no matter the circumstances. Her embarrassed smile could be mistaken to be lewd when she blushed after doing something facetious. Her candid personality caused her to be a little credulous at times, but it was always with the best intentions. 

Since her grandma’s passing, Joy has simply been going through the motions of life. She hasn’t been bellicose but she has been easily annoyed. At times when she used to get excited and loudly express it, she now seems to be introverted instead. 

Who can blame her? A grandmother to one person can be just a grandmother. To Joy, a grandmother was a best friend.

 



--Stevie

Wooded Whispers

She runs along the dark wooded road. Her breath crystallizing as she quickly inhales and exhales.

What are you chasing?

The wind runs its fingers through her loose hair that is just as dark as the night sky; her eyes glistening as bright as the stars above her.

Her feet come to an abrupt halt.

Don't do this to yourself.

She whips her head around quickly, looking into the thick wooded trees surrounding her, her heart painfully pounding. Helpless and afraid, she falls to her knees and cups her head in her hands. "Please don't leave me," she whispers. The words nearly write themselves out in her breath.

Her heart feels heavy and her body is paralysed with unsure emotion.

I won't let you give up.

She completely lies down in the dirt on the side of the gravel road. Her eyes drift from one star to the next. Her heart slows down, beating every...so...often...She filters the dirt through her fingers, feeling how infinitesimal each granule is. She feels just as small, compared to the universe above her.

Tears accrue in her starry eyes and begin to escape down the sides of her face.

She closes her eyes and allows the tears to slide down one by one as the dry dirt beneath her head imbibes the pure liquid in a quick fashion.

A soft thumb brushes the side of her face, wiping away the moist streak her tears left. She frantically opens her eyes and sits ups. But no one is physically there.

A moment that should have panicked her, feels calm and comforting. The thumb she felt wipe her face was strong, yet gentler than anything she's ever experienced.

You know that I am with you.

Slowing standing to her feet, she looks back up towards the stars, clasping her hands together and pressing them against her heart. "Thank you," she whispers.




--Stevie