Today has been a slow day, but it's Monday, so I don't know what else anyone was expecting. I actually had a really good day as far as classes went. Found out that I got a 107 on my Greek quiz, and it doesn't matter that 26 of those points came from extra credit which, according to an upper-level Greek student, may have been cheaply earned. The vocab quiz was easy...studying like I was told to do actually paid off, and so did getting up at 7:30 in the morning, as surprising as that sounds. After that I went to lunch with Erin, whom I missed so much, and then proceeded to go to First-Year seminar and single-handedly represent the free-market point of view. My presentation went well, and I think people were paying attention. I now understand why teachers seem so frustrated so often. The blank stares from the people "listening" definitely weren't the most encouraging thing in the world.
Anyway, I should probably start procrastinating and just finish my French paper already. Five pages in a foreign language....I've always been decent at French, but I don't really know what I'm going to do about this. The ideas are coming easily enough, but I haven't actually started writing it yet. Guess I should get on it and then I'll write again tomorrow with news of how it goes....loads to do before I can go to bed with a free mind.
A Bientot!
~Gabrielle Sidonie
Monday, September 28, 2009
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Distance
Last night I was talking to my friends on Skype. It's fast, it's easy, and if you're just talking one on one, then you can even see each other face to face. Honestly, I'm pretty enamored of this invention. So many people these days move to places far away from each other, and you can't convey a certain smile over a telephone line, nor can you sing songs together over e-mail. Still, I was talking to a friend last night who was having problems, and we talked through it, but I wish I could have been able to give him a hug or something. Maybe it's just me, but I've come to realize that in most cases I'm a very physical person. I like being next to people, seeing them, and all of that sort of thing.
Me and my friends from high school have spent a lot of time in each other's presence. We did homework together, went to quiz bowl together, and all sorts of things. This past summer, we even went to Greece and Italy together. Now it feels weird being so far apart. Even if it were just an hour, I don't have a car. It would be difficult for me to get anywhere at this point unless someone else were to offer me a ride. The distance feels like it could be an ocean right now for all I can do, but that has also brought us a little closer, I think.
Being apart makes you realize how much you miss the people who have always been there for you. When I was having social issues recently, I had to come back to my dorm to break down with no one there. Parents, friends, whatever....when you're at home, you're used to having some sort of support system around at all times. Thank goodness, the next time that happened, someone was there for me, but it was still hard, because that person couldn't possibly know me as well as the people who I went to high school with.
I guess the point of this is that I really miss people. Lately, I have begun to think that maybe one of my weaknesses is that I tend to care too much too early on. Then I realized that that can't be helped. Being able to love isn't a bad thing, and everyone falls every once in a while. Last night I feel as though I did all I could to help someone, and that's what's important. Be there for whoever you can, be there to catch them when they fall. Then, when you're out of luck, and it feels like everyone's against you, you just might land in the perfect safety net.
Me and my friends from high school have spent a lot of time in each other's presence. We did homework together, went to quiz bowl together, and all sorts of things. This past summer, we even went to Greece and Italy together. Now it feels weird being so far apart. Even if it were just an hour, I don't have a car. It would be difficult for me to get anywhere at this point unless someone else were to offer me a ride. The distance feels like it could be an ocean right now for all I can do, but that has also brought us a little closer, I think.
Being apart makes you realize how much you miss the people who have always been there for you. When I was having social issues recently, I had to come back to my dorm to break down with no one there. Parents, friends, whatever....when you're at home, you're used to having some sort of support system around at all times. Thank goodness, the next time that happened, someone was there for me, but it was still hard, because that person couldn't possibly know me as well as the people who I went to high school with.
I guess the point of this is that I really miss people. Lately, I have begun to think that maybe one of my weaknesses is that I tend to care too much too early on. Then I realized that that can't be helped. Being able to love isn't a bad thing, and everyone falls every once in a while. Last night I feel as though I did all I could to help someone, and that's what's important. Be there for whoever you can, be there to catch them when they fall. Then, when you're out of luck, and it feels like everyone's against you, you just might land in the perfect safety net.
Saturday, September 26, 2009
First Post!
This is my first time writing a blog. Well, I used to have a Myspace account, but I never really used that. Anyway, I didn't think I had much to write about before, but lately I've been on the computer a lot and there have been a lot of things happening in my life, so why not write them down where people can see them? I've always wanted to be a writer, and sometimes real life is the best inspiration for fiction. So, maybe if nothing else, this will be useful to me some day.
My name is Gabrielle, Gaby for short, and I am an eighteen year-old college student. I come from a small town and the graduating class at my high school consisted of 17 people. So, coming to a class of 700 is kind of a big jump, even though most of my friends seem to think this is pretty tiny. Well, it is a smaller school, but still. I'm taking eighteen credit hours, which is the best and worst choice of my life. I think that if I can get through this, I can get through just about anything else in college. However, I have a boatload of work. Even though I'm a freshman, half of my six classes are 300-level courses, so it's a lot of work. For this weekend, I have to write a five-page paper entirely in French, start reading the nine pages of Latin due Wednesday, and other various tasks.
Currently, I am on track to be a Classical Languages major. Don't ask what I'm going to do with that, because I really don't know yet. Maybe I'll teach Latin some day. My Latin teacher was amazing and funny and really good, so he had a really big influence on me. Hopefully, I can do the same for people some day. I love being a Classics major. The department here is small, but the size affords a certain intimacy that is not found elsewhere. I enjoy the other people in the department, and it's nice to have other people to hang out with who share my oddball interests. The other love of my life is French....it's my spoken second language, the language in which my blog is titled, and so much more. It's so beautiful and so romantic! J'aime beaucoup le francais!
So, there's a little bit about me, and I hope somebody's out there reading this. Today's just another quiet Saturday, procrastinating on homework and missing home just a little bit. I look forward to letting everyone know what's going on, and maybe I'll even post some fiction of my own creation later on!
A Bientot!
~Gabrielle Sidonie
My name is Gabrielle, Gaby for short, and I am an eighteen year-old college student. I come from a small town and the graduating class at my high school consisted of 17 people. So, coming to a class of 700 is kind of a big jump, even though most of my friends seem to think this is pretty tiny. Well, it is a smaller school, but still. I'm taking eighteen credit hours, which is the best and worst choice of my life. I think that if I can get through this, I can get through just about anything else in college. However, I have a boatload of work. Even though I'm a freshman, half of my six classes are 300-level courses, so it's a lot of work. For this weekend, I have to write a five-page paper entirely in French, start reading the nine pages of Latin due Wednesday, and other various tasks.
Currently, I am on track to be a Classical Languages major. Don't ask what I'm going to do with that, because I really don't know yet. Maybe I'll teach Latin some day. My Latin teacher was amazing and funny and really good, so he had a really big influence on me. Hopefully, I can do the same for people some day. I love being a Classics major. The department here is small, but the size affords a certain intimacy that is not found elsewhere. I enjoy the other people in the department, and it's nice to have other people to hang out with who share my oddball interests. The other love of my life is French....it's my spoken second language, the language in which my blog is titled, and so much more. It's so beautiful and so romantic! J'aime beaucoup le francais!
So, there's a little bit about me, and I hope somebody's out there reading this. Today's just another quiet Saturday, procrastinating on homework and missing home just a little bit. I look forward to letting everyone know what's going on, and maybe I'll even post some fiction of my own creation later on!
A Bientot!
~Gabrielle Sidonie
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