Sophomore Year

So it has begun! Sophomore Year is here and so far it is amazing! I love being a Sophomore. I have already done so much and it is only the second day. I've been a Welcome Week leader at Baylor University. What I love about Baylor that I want to pass along to my fellow students who are incoming freshman, is the fact that we, current students of Baylor, wish for you to have the smoothest transition onto the campus and into the community at Baylor. I hope that I have done my job well.

I had a blast at Welcome Week...if I could say it, I would say I think I had more fun than the freshman. I love my group. They are bright men and women ready to conquer this world. Class of 2015, welcome to Baylor. I extend a hand if you ever need help. I hope that you have a fantastic freshman year. :D

Early Mornings and Sunrises

My summer vacation began this morning at 4 o'clock in the morning. Yes, 4:00 a.m. By 5:30 a.m., my family was on the road to Houston to take a plane to Newark, New Jersey, across the river from New York. From Newark, we could take a small plane to Providence, Rhode Island.

We go every summer to the New England area to visit family. This includes cooler weather, days at the beach, lots of photography, Dunkin Donuts, and family reunions.

As I was riding in the car, I was watching the sun rise at the east of Highway 6. It was beautiful. The sky was lit up with yellows, pinks, and oranges. It was something so unique that it could only be a Texas sunrise.

I will be keeping this blog as updated as possible these next three weeks that I'm on vacation. From tonight to the last night, August 2nd, there will be updates here on my activites, photos of the places I will be, and if you want a postcard...leave a comment and I'll email you for your mail address.

Cheers!

What I Wanna Be When I Grow Up!

When I ask kids that are about 5 years old, barely starting kindergarten, I get answers like "A fire-fighter!" "A princess!" "A ballerina!" "A superhero!" The list could go on forever. No little kid is going to say "Defense attorney" or "Librarian" or even "Psychologist."

Did the adults of my childhood stick with what they wanted to be when they began to grow up? Most certainly not. For myself, I changed my mind at least five different times and even then there is some variations of one job that I could choose a career from. However, I'm not finished growing up.

When I was 10, I wanted to be a veterinarian. That aspiration lasted about a year. I changed that aspiration to large animal vet like James Herriot, the famous large animal vet in England. That lasted about a year. The next thing I wanted to be was a defense attorney. I was 12 so I didn't exactly know what a defense attorney did. So then I changed my career aspiration again. This time I wanted to be a constitutional lawyer. That also lasted maybe about 6 months.

My last career aspiration was to be an archaeologist. I got the inspiration from Indiana Jones (I'm being honest.) Throughout high school, I focused on studying the classics in history, language, art, and culture. I studied Latin and Greek and my love of history blossomed. I'm going to be an archaeologist when I grow up...if I grow up. :-)

African Animals and Landscapes

My mom holds art camps every year and I usually contribute to her art camps by creating examples to inspire the kids.

Here is another of my projects:

"Lone Zebra of Pride Rock"

I wish I could Write Poetry

Of everything in the world, I wish I could write poetry. You know more than "I was a poet, And I didn't know it." Or something like that. I wish I could bring my thoughts together in some lyric iambic pentameter and create something that made sense to someone. My best friend is brilliant at creating poetry out of her head, pulling from her feelings and abstract thoughts that make perfect sense when they come onto the page (Trust me, I have a whole book full of her little couplets that she's written.) I'm not. Another of my friends is writing a story of a man who is pulled into an unbelievable world. He's able to bring in imagination and combine it with philosophy, cheesy science-fiction references, and logic, that seems almost like something from a Lewis Carroll novel or from that movie The Imaginarium of Dr. Parnassus.

I can't seem to bring my mind to think outside the box. When I write, I seem to fashion a character, who seems to closely resemble me, either in the appearance I write or the personality that I assigned to them, mannerisms that make their ways from my mind to my pen (or fingertips) to the page. Somehow I cannot escape from writing somewhat biographically. It is a vulnerable position because I am in a position to be judged by how I interpret events when I put them down on the page.

If any of my readers have any ideas on how to think outside the box and create something like a Lewis Carroll or a Brian Jacques book, email me. :-) It is one of my goals to become somewhat creative with a pen and not just able to write feelings.