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Tuesday, 16 December 2008

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    Destination: Beautiful
    By Mae
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    I find that my life tends to play out in scenes; in themed segments. A series of overwhelming gains, followed by a scene of overwhelming losses. And then of course, there's the in-between. The last few months have been a crazy rollercoaster of gains and losses; successes and failures.

    Immediately upon returning to school, I learned that a good friend of mine lost her father. I do not talk to her too often, but I have been great friends with her since pre-school. She's one of those people that will always be in my life. I should probably mention that she lost her mother in April 2005. She has no parents. That was a terrible thing to deal with, not only because her father was so good to me growing up, but because no one my age should have to face the world alone. My parents are such a major support system, and I am so thankful for that.

    As a whole, the semester went well. I feel as though I worked hard in my classes and I hope the work paid off. I'll find out soon. I succeeded in figuring out what to do upon graduation (which is way sooner than I wish it was) and I'm doing well on following through on it. I have graduate school applications submitted, and I am hoping my top choices work out. I have developed close relationships with several professors on campus; people I didn't think I would ever get to know. You know you're growing up when you enjoy spontaneous hour and a half long conversations with professors in their office. I received one of the greatest compliments I've been given to date, from a professor I respect and very much admire. I'm a lot different than who I was four years ago, but I love it and I wouldn't want to go back. Growing up...I mean really growing up and turning into an adult, is really cool, but really really scary. I've never done anything like this.

    Towards the end of the semester, I had a bit of a sharp plummet in spirits. Nothing could have prevented this though. The best grades in the world couldn't have made it better. A childhood friend of mine, Ryan, fell four stories from a UPenn dorm building on a Saturday morning. I received the news Sunday night from friends that he was in a coma with no brain activity. He died Thursday morning. A member of my pool in Philadelphia, Ryan and I were more than just friends....he (and all the others we grew up with) is like family to me. And so, our community had to say goodbye to one of our own....19 years old. Two weeks before Christmas. Things won't quite be the same at Rose Valley ever again. It's amazing the way "family" works. You come together in the best of times...to celebrate engagements and marriages and birthdays.....and the worst of times....like this. I wish so much we could all be given more time with him. But, to reiterate what many have said, Ryan changed lives. I wonder if once people are done with what they're put here to do, they leave. He did so much in his short time here, and the world was made better because of him. That's all we can ask for, I suppose. We will always miss you, Ryan. (And thank you for teaching Skye how to do a back flip....to a little girl, that kind of thing means the world.)

    My college friends Laura and Ryan (I know, funny right?) are getting married in four days. A friend from home, Amie, just got engaged. It's the holiday season. There's a lot of good going on and a lot to be happy about. I have six weeks of vacation to prepare for my last semester of college. I've done well over the last several years to develop a diverse and supportive group of friends to help me through this time of transition. Through all times, really. My dog Callahan will live through one more Christmas. I don't think anyone has ever loved ripping open presents more than she does. That will be wonderful to see.

    All in all, things are going pretty well. I'm looking forward to whats to come.

Sunday, 14 September 2008

  • An update

    School is back in full swing, and I'm starting to feel the effects of it. I've got my first exams and quizzes this week, so I'm busy preparing for those. Additionally, I'm signed up to take the GRE at the end of the month. That should be an interesting feat, but hopefully with a rewarding finish. I've put myself on restriction from going out until I'm finished with the GRE, so look for me out at the bars in October.....(lets just hope I can stick to it).

    Everything else is going pretty well. I love my apartment. It's so pretty and clean and spacious. I feel a lot better eating good meals everyday and not relying on the caf as my sole source of nutrition. I find I'm naturally gravitating towards more healthy foods, which is unusual for me! My roommate and I are getting along great, so no complaints there. It's just so strange that my friends and I all live separate and never see eachother. We're all so so so busy that we literally have to create time to see eachother. The only time in the last few weeks I was with more than one of them was at the bars on Friday night. So sad.

    I hope everyone's September is going well....I'm gonna keep truckin' away at this schoolwork!

Sunday, 17 August 2008

  • The last couple days have been so fun that I hate to see summer end. I move back to school on Tuesday, and I wish so much I could stay in Milwaukee. One more year, one more year....that's all I keep telling myself. It'll be over before I know it, just like summer has gone by in a flash. It's been such a great couple of months though, not to mention that my summer was extended and has basically gone since I got out of school at SNC in December through til....well, now.


    Thanks to everyone who made it great, from London, to my 21st, to Jen's wedding, to work and play....and vacations. Love love love summer. Always will.

Thursday, 31 July 2008

  • A Great Example

    My neighbor and I joke around about being "Fred Rogers", the friendly neighbor. We both just sort of laugh about it all the time, but tonight I came across a CNN article about him. I'm posting this as much for my own benefit as for the enjoyment of others. Take a look, it's a pretty compelling read. He's a pretty good guy.

     

    "15 reasons Mr. Rogers was best neighbor ever"

     Here are 15 things everyone should know about Fred Rogers:

    1. Even Koko the Gorilla loved him. Most people have heard of Koko, the Stanford-educated gorilla who could speak about 1000 words in American Sign Language, and understand about 2000 in English.

    What most people don't know, however, is that Koko was an avid Mister Rogers' Neighborhood fan. As Esquire reported, when Fred Rogers took a trip out to meet Koko for his show, not only did she immediately wrap her arms around him and embrace him, she did what she'd always seen him do onscreen: she proceeded to take his shoes off!

    2. He made thieves think twice. According to a TV Guide piece on him, Fred Rogers drove a plain old Impala for years. One day, however, the car was stolen from the street near the TV station. When Rogers filed a police report, the story was picked up by every newspaper, radio and media outlet around town.

    Amazingly, within 48 hours the car was left in the exact spot where it was taken from, with an apology on the dashboard. It read, "If we'd known it was yours, we never would have taken it." Mental Floss: Memorable commencement speakers

    3. He watched his figure to the pound. In covering Rogers' daily routine (waking up at 5 a.m.; praying for a few hours for all of his friends and family; studying; writing, making calls and reaching out to every fan who took the time to write him; going for a morning swim; getting on a scale; then really starting his day), writer Tom Junod explained that Mr. Rogers weighed in at exactly 143 pounds every day for the last 30 years of his life.

    He didn't smoke, didn't drink, didn't eat the flesh of any animals, and was extremely disciplined in his daily routine. And while I'm not sure if any of that was because he'd mostly grown up a chubby, single child, Junod points out that Rogers found beauty in the number 143.

    According to the piece, Rogers came "to see that number as a gift... because, as he says, "the number 143 means 'I love you.' It takes one letter to say 'I' and four letters to say 'love' and three letters to say 'you.' One hundred and forty-three."

    4. He saved both public television and the VCR. Strange but true. When the government wanted to cut public television funds in 1969, the relatively unknown Mister Rogers went to Washington.

    Almost straight out of a Frank Capra film, his 5-6 minute testimony on how TV had the potential to give kids hope and create more productive citizens was so simple but passionate that even the most gruff politicians were charmed. While the budget should have been cut, the funding instead jumped from $9 to $22 million.

    Rogers also spoke to Congress, and swayed senators into voting to allow VCR's to record television shows from the home. It was a cantankerous debate at the time, but his argument was that recording a program like his allowed working parents to sit down with their children and watch shows as a family. Mental Floss: Forgotten kids shows sure to give you nightmares

    5. He might have been the most tolerant American ever. Mister Rogers seems to have been almost exactly the same off-screen as he was onscreen. As an ordained Presbyterian minister, and a man of tremendous faith, Mister Rogers preached tolerance first.

    Whenever he was asked to castigate non-Christians or gays for their differing beliefs, he would instead face them and say, with sincerity, "God loves you just the way you are." Often this provoked ire from fundamentalists.

    6. He was genuinely curious about others. Mister Rogers was known as one of the toughest interviews because he'd often befriend reporters, asking them tons of questions, taking pictures of them, compiling an album for them at the end of their time together, and calling them after to check in on them and hear about their families. He wasn't concerned with himself, and genuinely loved hearing the life stories of others.

    And it wasn't just with reporters. Once, on a fancy trip up to a PBS exec's house, he heard the limo driver was going to wait outside for 2 hours, so he insisted the driver come in and join them (which flustered the host).

    On the way back, Rogers sat up front, and when he learned that they were passing the driver's home on the way, he asked if they could stop in to meet his family. According to the driver, it was one of the best nights of his life the house supposedly lit up when Rogers arrived, and he played jazz piano and bantered with them late into the night. Further, like with the reporters, Rogers sent him notes and kept in touch with the driver for the rest of his life.

    7. He was color-blind. Literally. He couldn't see the color blue. Of course, he was also figuratively color-blind, as you probably guessed. As were his parents, who took in a black foster child when Rogers was growing up. Mental Floss: Praise for the blind genius who invented cruise control

    8. He could make a subway car full of strangers sing. Once while rushing to a New York meeting, there were no cabs available, so Rogers and one of his colleagues hopped on the subway. Esquire reported that the car was filled with people, and they assumed they wouldn't be noticed.

    But when the crowd spotted Rogers, they all simultaneously burst into song, chanting "It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood." The result made Rogers smile wide.

    9. He got into TV because he hated TV. The first time he turned one on, he saw people angrily throwing pies in each other's faces. He immediately vowed to use the medium for better than that. Over the years he covered topics as varied as why kids shouldn't be scared of a haircut, or the bathroom drain (because you won't fit!), to divorce and war.

    10. He was an Ivy League dropout. Rogers moved from Dartmouth to Rollins College to pursue his studies in music.

    11. He composed all the songs on the show, and over 200 tunes.

    12. He was a perfectionist, and disliked ad libbing. He felt he owed it to children to make sure every word on his show was thought out.

    13. Michael Keaton got his start on the show as an assistant. He helped puppeteer and operate the trolley.

    14. Several characters on the show are named for his family. Queen Sara is named after Rogers' wife, and the postman Mr. McFeely is named for his maternal grandfather who always talked to him like an adult, and reminded young Fred that he made every day special just by being himself. Sound familiar? It was the same way Mister Rogers closed every show.

    15. The sweaters. Every one of the cardigans he wore on the show had been hand-knit by his mother.

     

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