Decisions

Have you ever been stuck between two really tough, I mean really life changing, decisions? I mean talking more important than the state of the union address. That's nothing compare to this. This one decision was much more crucial than that why? Because it was about me, and it would impact the very outcome of my whole day. It had the potential, this one decision, to set my mood for the day. It had the potential, this one decision, to change how much time it took me to get to class in morning. It had the potential, this one decision, to determine whether or not my first step was with my right foot or my left. This one decision.

I know everyone has decisions like this. Things they find dear to them and that they spend more time and effort with. For me, it’s getting dressed. I spend SO much time in the morning getting dressed it’s a damn shame. And it’s not the actual act of putting the clothes on my back, no that’s not it. It’s thinking about what exactly to put. You see to me I try to think of it as an art, and I guess I use that term a little loosely. The way people perceive you will determine how they interact with you and how your relationship will go with them. It’s all about first impressions and I like to make mine worthwhile.

So I like to look some type of good when I walk out the door. I HAVE to match. Not matching is like walking around in my underwear, I just can’t have that. So my greatest decision is deciding what I’m going to wear every day. I put so much stock in that that it atleast takes like 15 min to figure it out, between my shirts, pants, socks, and my many shoes, it takes time. So tell me, how do you get through this in the morning? Let me know, leave comments.

I'm Tired

I'm tired. Numerous hours of labor and astonishing hunger. I'm tired. Racking my brain for the perfect idea to really fulfill the requirements, meticulous hands careful to ensure every detail is spot on. I'm tired. Paper cuts, sweat, and frustration when things don't quite turn out the way they were envisioned. I'm tired. A smile when the end is near and a sigh of relief when the end is reached. I'm tired.

 

It was last night, or evening rather. I had just awoken nap unlike any other. About five solid hours of sleep and it felt really good. I’m not exactly sure why I was so tired when the night prior I definitely got eight hours of sleep. But anyways, I woke from my nap well rested, without homework, and bored. I decided after some thought, because I’m just a great student like that, to go the architecture studio and get some work done on my project. I told my room I was going to get something to eat because I hadn’t eaten since 2:00 p.m. and then I would heading to the studio. I also informed him I probably wouldn’t return until probably late that night, what I currently planned to be 10:00 p.m. This happened at about 7:00 p.m.

 

I walked over to Owen’s like I said I would and just about immediately realized that I was in fact actually not hungry. But I knew I needed something so I decided to get a smoothie and some water. So I grabbed that and made my way to the studio. I made it there around 7:30 p.m.

 

I made it too the studio. I take some time to look around at some of my friend’s work for inspiration. The way our class works you receive a vague prompt and from that you form what exactly the assignment is. This particular assignment was to design a “screen” or something that allowed light to pass through it. I was completely dumbfounded and I had no idea what I was about to do, however I wasn’t about to turn in a boring assignment and look stupid. After much contemplation I decided to make a stencil and transpose it on another surface and then put color screens in the holes.

 

Again when I first got there it was fairly early and there were about five other people there working on the assignment as well. Then I decided to ask the stupid question of when is the project due, and much to my dismay the answer was the next day. Unfortunately that was today. I was in total disbelief and I got deep into work.

 

Hours pasted and so did my company. By my previously estimated departure of 10:00 p.m., I was the only one in my class that was still in the studio, and I was still working hard. I stayed focused on my task but I began to lose patience, because of that I took breaks from my work to clear my thoughts before I went back in. After many painful and agonizing hours I and I had finally completed my masterpiece. The time however was not so pleasing. The current time was 5:25 a.m. Class started at 8:00 a.m.

 

I went back to my dorm to shower and headed back to the studio for class. And would you believe that I found out the project was NOT due today…………. I’m TIRED…….TIRED OF PEOPLE WHO DON’T KNOW WHAT THE HELL THEY’RE TALKING ABOUT!!

This will be my first post on my blog "Words From Hopkins".  So I suppose it'll be a good idea to start things off with my college experience thus far. Compared to high school, college has well...a lot more walking. It's crazy. Every day I have to take a twenty to thirty minute walk to get to class and back, and I was mad before when I only had a 5 minute walk in high school. I kinda see why P.E. isn't exactly a big class here, you get P.E. everyday it seems. I mean for me I have those times that I feel lazy and I don't want to go places strictly because I know how far they are, and I'm sure many others feel the same way at times. And I try to always have a map so I can figure out shortcuts around the campus. But shortcuts aren't always enough unfortunately.
At this point to me it seems that the smartest people on campus are the ones with bikes. As much as some people may hate them, their just mad because they didn't have the sense enough to bring one. I bet bike riders get to classes in half the time. I believe I've realized the real point of my blog today, and it's simply this. IF ANYBODY HAS A BIKE THAT THEY DON'T WANT, PLEASE LET ME BUY IT OFF OF YOU!