Being a Bum

I've always had this dream of trying to make my way in the world by being "homeless" for a summer.  Just to see what it is like.  I'm not sure I could do it.  Give up everything to become a bum?  Spend no money, buy very little.  I admit I don't think I could make it.

For one, I don't know where I'd even go.  Washington DC?  NYC?  some other large city?  Perhaps I'd find a job, to work off whatever debts I have.

The only thing stopping me?  Fear.  I don't think I could do it.  Fear of what my friends and family would think.  It would give me such a weird rep.

On Holidays

Here we stand, on the brink of the holidays.  The light at the end of the tunnel.  The only thing left standing in our way...a series of tests, known to college students as FINALS, or better yet, Hell.  They cannot block us from Thanksgiving, a mere week away, but they loom overhead, a constant reminder of the 24-hour a day quiet hours waiting passively in our future.  We have hours of studying to look forward to.  Stress, and tense friends.  Who knows what craziness will occur.

Then finally.  Freedom.  Dorm checkouts.  A month utterly devoid of all intelligent conversation and school.  Winter holidays.  Time to relax; kick back; rekindle friendships.  Hang out with your parents (what an idea!).  Skiing.  Golf.  Concerts.  Roaring fires.

All too soon, the calendar flips.  A new year.  The days roll by, and the laziness bids us farewell.  Brains struggle to come off of stand by.  Unpacking.  Working off the pounds gained from homecooked meals.  Settling back into the day-to-day routine, with some changes.  

Praying for the light at the end of the tunnel four months away.

See what we have to look forward to in the Holidays?

On Identity

I don't believe that Identity is something that one can simply know.  It is certainly something which is fluid, like the tides, forever changing with the the ever altering landscape.  The expanse of life if you will.  Forever.  Changing.