An Assortment of Not-Rights

Something peculiar happened today, about an hour ago, and that was that I drove past my elementary school and was filled with absolutely no dread at all – much of my high school years were filled with looking away when driving by my old elementary and middle school, and that’s gone! If it isn’t obvious, I succumb easily to nostalgia. And with that, today’s lesson: time does heal, and learning and growing heals more. 

Much of the world is in flames, and it’s hard to feel grounded with the political atmosphere and possible future that is ever-changing, and as a young person, my opinions are always evolving into something new and burning. I am so miniscule in the grand scheme of things; just one person on her way to the library, a small speck in the revolution of this planet, and these words: a barely noticed hyperlink in the trillions of web directions, not even big enough to be found without direct instruction to the location. I try to be bigger – boycott! Learn! Fight! I have my professor to allude to, being my inspiration for this blog and for how to use my education for something bigger [I wish this blog was as iconic as theirs. thetroublewithbartleby.net], and these days I really do feel the impact of my efforts: the personal satisfaction, the outcome of my efforts, and much of my development in comprehension.

On something of the present: I am voting for the first time in November and I have absolutely no idea who I am voting for! I have opinions, and I have things I want changed, and it just seems so devastating that there is nobody ideal- at least, someone realistic. Third party candidates have no chance, unless something insanely revolutionary happens that reshapes the structure of the American party system. I doubt that will occur. Politics are all I can think about these days. With so many people dying for reasons plagues by the greed of authorities, what else can you think about?

The sun is really showing its power these days, and all I want is to go back to school and spend my Wednesdays, after Lit Crit, rotting under the trees at the Botanical garden with a book and a water bottle. I’m fortunate enough to go to a school that has memberships to so many NYC organizations, the botanical garden included, and it’s only a 20 minute bus ride from my dorm. It really feels like everything worked out for me, and college is my time to be vibrant. 

I need a film camera. UGH!