Emotional

Coming home is like an emotional breakdown for me. It's like coming back to everything I used to take for granted, now knowing that the time I spend with my family is limited, the friends I've made have gone on their own adventures, and my bed isn't mine forever. Why does it have to be this way? Why do we take it all for granted, wait for that one day we get to finally leave the house, and let those important, priceless memories and emotions slip from our minds because we are so "ready" to leave our small towns?

It is hard to compose these questions and emotions into coherent paragraphs.

Classes

I have a theory: taking hard classes is like having more than one baby.

You're probably thinking--- what!?!? That is so inappropriate! But let me explain. According to most mothers, women aren't afraid of having a second or third baby after the first because they eventually forget how painful childbirth was and only remember how exhilirating having a new baby could be. Comparing this to taking hard classes, students take hard classes one year that they struggle through and stay up until 3am for one year.... experience the wonderful, memory erasing event that is Summer Break and go back to school ready to "knock 'em dead" taking even harder classes.

So, this is the way I feel about school. Except really, my general chemistry lecture is kind of a joke (it's like honors sophomore chem) and my political science class is really chill. English Lit is sort of intimidating since we finish a play a week or a novel a week and have quizzes every day plus an end of term research paper. Calculus is a scary beast! We are doing linear algebra this semester, and it's so different (proofs and such) from all the math I've ever done, so getting through this one will be a struggle!

Anyway, I'll just keep in mind those glorious high school memories of conquring physics (hahaha) and acing the chemistry final and keep on trucking.

Quitting Band

Okay. So the actual content of this post is not as dramatic/depressing as this title makes it seem!... but here's what happened.

I randomly auditioned for a band (and by random, I mean barely really practiced... and was pretty scared when I went into the audition room) last Tuesday and ended up making last chair (woot! haha) in the Wind Symphony... which was the 2nd of their honor bands. The rehearsals for this band were not posted on any UGA website (at least, that I have googled..=P), so I didn't know how it would end up going with my schedule. Alas, I had to run to rehearsal today, which was on South Campus, while I was around North Campus, and the whole thing ended up not fitting into my schedule. Therefore, I had to drop Wind Symphony and will not be playing in a band this semester.. =( But, hopefully, I am trying to get into Symphonic Band or even play in a really random concert band in the spring.

So.. that's my update on college life so far. It's so strange having to give up everything I was passionate about in high school for a completely new set of interests... mostly because the old ones do not apply anymore (i.e. no more time for marching band! and no honor societies in college). Right now, I am looking at going to a Medicine and Literature book meeting next Monday night (which sounds really nerdy, but I am so excited!!!) and maybe getting involved with UGA miracle (help Egleston with stuff). It seems as if I am leaning towards my career stuff with extra-curriculars, which is okay with me. But, I would still really really love to do music!!!.... SOON!

Meeting New People

Well here we are sitting in our [decked out--tee hee] dorm at the University of Georgia. Hope is right next to me on the loveseat surfing the web, and I am sitting here trying to pull things out of my brain to write on this blog. I feel like this summer has completely washed away my ability to write. My words come out incoherent and broken, like I've lost the art of language. (Ok, so not THAT tragic, but it's how I feel.) Hopefully, it will come back after practice so I won't fail that British Literature class... O.O

Meeting people has been both fun and challenging. Back in Feburary at the Foundation Fellows Interview Weekend, the interviewers asked me to describe myself and discuss the changes and growth I have experienced in high school. I said that freshman year I was a shy and awkward student who was nervous and afraid to meet people. Compared to now (a.k.a. then), where I was unafraid to go up to someone, stick out my hand, and say, "Hi, I am Emily." It is definitely true that I have changed and opened up more since freshman year, but I can't say that I am completely comfortable with going up to new people and introducing myself. (Looking back, I see why I did not receive the Fellowship, which is totally okay.)

So yeah, it is pretty awkward to stand in line, tap the person in front of you's shoulder, and introduce yourself. But.. sometimes, especially this first week, you just gotta put yourself out there. (Not that I am doing that great of a job!) I like meeting new people and talking to different people, but it really is hard for me to take that first step. (Where are my leadership skills?!?!) Currently, the tactic is 1. find someone I know who is standing in a group 2. say hello to them 3. introduce self to others. It works out fine, and I don't feel weird about it.

Maybe I'll work up to the brave and bold random introductions.

China Posts

Hey everyone!

It's been a long time since I have updated---not because I was lazy or didn't want to, but because Blogger.com is BLOCKED in China. Oy! So much for freedom of speech.

So.... I have compiled a paper blog (or also known as a journal) in order to keep track of my thoughts. These updates are pretty ADD, so get ready for some craziness.

Enjoy!















Sorry it isn't very big... if I make it any bigger, it gets really blurry.

<3 Emily