I've been settled into my dorm here at Grand Valley State University for a solid week now. There are so many great things about this place; it almost seems unreal. Band camp was as fun as it was difficult. I met so many new people in the band, and they are all crazy like me! The directors are all so different, but they are different levels of awesome! They know how to get work done. My fear has turned to excitement for this season, and I'm really looking forward to a few years with these great people!
As soon as band camp was over, I didn't know what to do with myself! I had so much time for myself, but by this time, I had completely forgotten what to do for myself. It won't be long before my life is taken over by school work. Class starts tomorrow.
Bikes are awesome! There is no doubt my bike will become my best friend when I have but ten minutes between two classes that are fifteen minutes walking distance from each other. Winter will be interesting.
My dorm room is so hot I can't breathe. There WILL be fans in this room before the day is over.
There are a few boys I've been crushing on. I never thought it would come to the point where I had to choose only one. I feel bad in these situations...
I know what I want...but is it what's good for me?
Short blog because it's too hot to think,
Emily Page.
Sunday, August 26, 2012
Thursday, August 16, 2012
The Reason Why I Sing
The past two weeks have been awful. I've been stuck at home, because I got two weeks off from my nannying job. This wouldn't be so bad, but I really need that money for college. This situation really puts me at a stalemate.
My parents think I'm either depressed or have anger problems. I was forced into the doctor's office yesterday, and when I found out why I was there, I couldn't help but laugh. I AM irritable but only to an extent. The things that frustrate me are legitimate reasons to be frustrated. Any eighteen year old girl would become angry if they were exposed to the same daily obstacles that I must overcome. They aren't terrible; I just find them to be super annoying and inconvenient.
Two days ago, I was lucky enough to be able to purchase my brand new laptop without having to order it. The local computer salesman in our small town bakery was eager to sell to me a sharp looking Dell. It has a webcam and all of the programs necessary for my college adventures.
College. It's coming all too soon. I only have one month left of this summer break, but I can't say that I'm not excited for college and sweatshirt weather.
...
I've forgotten about this blog as of one month ago. I no longer have one month left until college. I move into my dorm tomorrow morning at 8 o'clock. It will be a rough day considering my lack of piccolo practice this summer. My music was printed but a few days ago, and I haven't had much time to take a look at it. I'm just looking forward to restarting my music career. It's not quite a career for me, but who knows? It very well could be.
Fear is in the air. About a month ago, I was more than ready to get out of this house and move into my dorm. Then reality hit me. This is the house that I've been living in my whole life. Everything I've ever known is here. Life will be very different without the parents that go out of their way to love me and care for me. This whole independent thing will be something I must become accustomed to.
Quite honestly, it's not the "being away" part that scares me the most. The part that scares me the most is the fact that I haven't marched a show in at least two years. I'm not sure that my brain will be able to manage a new show every single home game. I will be praying for God to help me on this one. Practice is a must.
Time is all it takes...
Roughly two weeks ago, Kayti and I accompanied Jorja to her cottage in Traverse City. The last time I was there was probably ten years ago. All I remember is that it's been a minute. We soaked up so much sun, shopped, ate, met nice people, and had an incredible time. My only question is why has it been ten years since I've been there?!
Yesterday, my bestie Mark and I went to the dollar store in town. I needed pants hangers, so I asked him to tag along on this small town adventure. The first dollar store didn't have the hangers I needed. We then made our way to the next Dollar General up the road...
For some reason, White Cloud has two dollar stores and almost nothing else.
...There were pants hangers at this store, but they were expensive. I bought them anyways. Mark and I were messing around in the toy section when we finally decided to make our way to the check out. Waiting for us there was a very creepy man who appeared to be on drugs. He turned to Mark and I and was very sure to let us know that he was "only joking." Who's to say about what? He also mentioned that he loved to dance. Mark and I laughed so hard when he left. This man with a painted imagination turns out to be a usual in this unfortunate place. Apparently Mark saw him at the gas station down the road from where we live. The situation there was also very awkward.
Tonight I have a massage, I must pack my bags, and I'd like to fit in a few tie-dyed shirts...Seems simple, but it only seems that way.
You may be wondering why this blog is titled "The Reason Why I Sing." There is no straight answer for you. All I can say is that as negative as my blogs may seem....they aren't at all. I enjoy every little thing in life, and I really have no reason to give off any negative feelings. God has been so great in my life, and I know He always will be. While blogging has cleared my mind of all stress and kept me sane, it has also opened my mind a little wider. I'm the Emily that has learned to appreciate the simplest things that jump on the road ahead. Obstacles become treasured opportunities.
Nothing more to share,
Sporting that smug little smile,
Emily Page!
My parents think I'm either depressed or have anger problems. I was forced into the doctor's office yesterday, and when I found out why I was there, I couldn't help but laugh. I AM irritable but only to an extent. The things that frustrate me are legitimate reasons to be frustrated. Any eighteen year old girl would become angry if they were exposed to the same daily obstacles that I must overcome. They aren't terrible; I just find them to be super annoying and inconvenient.
Two days ago, I was lucky enough to be able to purchase my brand new laptop without having to order it. The local computer salesman in our small town bakery was eager to sell to me a sharp looking Dell. It has a webcam and all of the programs necessary for my college adventures.
College. It's coming all too soon. I only have one month left of this summer break, but I can't say that I'm not excited for college and sweatshirt weather.
...
I've forgotten about this blog as of one month ago. I no longer have one month left until college. I move into my dorm tomorrow morning at 8 o'clock. It will be a rough day considering my lack of piccolo practice this summer. My music was printed but a few days ago, and I haven't had much time to take a look at it. I'm just looking forward to restarting my music career. It's not quite a career for me, but who knows? It very well could be.
Fear is in the air. About a month ago, I was more than ready to get out of this house and move into my dorm. Then reality hit me. This is the house that I've been living in my whole life. Everything I've ever known is here. Life will be very different without the parents that go out of their way to love me and care for me. This whole independent thing will be something I must become accustomed to.
Quite honestly, it's not the "being away" part that scares me the most. The part that scares me the most is the fact that I haven't marched a show in at least two years. I'm not sure that my brain will be able to manage a new show every single home game. I will be praying for God to help me on this one. Practice is a must.
Time is all it takes...
Roughly two weeks ago, Kayti and I accompanied Jorja to her cottage in Traverse City. The last time I was there was probably ten years ago. All I remember is that it's been a minute. We soaked up so much sun, shopped, ate, met nice people, and had an incredible time. My only question is why has it been ten years since I've been there?!
Yesterday, my bestie Mark and I went to the dollar store in town. I needed pants hangers, so I asked him to tag along on this small town adventure. The first dollar store didn't have the hangers I needed. We then made our way to the next Dollar General up the road...
For some reason, White Cloud has two dollar stores and almost nothing else.
...There were pants hangers at this store, but they were expensive. I bought them anyways. Mark and I were messing around in the toy section when we finally decided to make our way to the check out. Waiting for us there was a very creepy man who appeared to be on drugs. He turned to Mark and I and was very sure to let us know that he was "only joking." Who's to say about what? He also mentioned that he loved to dance. Mark and I laughed so hard when he left. This man with a painted imagination turns out to be a usual in this unfortunate place. Apparently Mark saw him at the gas station down the road from where we live. The situation there was also very awkward.
Tonight I have a massage, I must pack my bags, and I'd like to fit in a few tie-dyed shirts...Seems simple, but it only seems that way.
You may be wondering why this blog is titled "The Reason Why I Sing." There is no straight answer for you. All I can say is that as negative as my blogs may seem....they aren't at all. I enjoy every little thing in life, and I really have no reason to give off any negative feelings. God has been so great in my life, and I know He always will be. While blogging has cleared my mind of all stress and kept me sane, it has also opened my mind a little wider. I'm the Emily that has learned to appreciate the simplest things that jump on the road ahead. Obstacles become treasured opportunities.
Nothing more to share,
Sporting that smug little smile,
Emily Page!
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