I feel like these are the stereotypical wishes and desires of college freshman, but here mine are anyways.

things I want out of college:

*to make a new group of friends- a good, close group of friends- with friendships rooted in similar passions.
*to learn an instrument (guitar? bongos? piano?)-
     or maybe just go to a bunch of concerts and sing a lot. :]
*to write more often.
*to volunteer quite a bit.
*to decide what I'm going to do with this "wild and precious living" I have ahead of me-
     Is it rooted in Accounting (NO- haha), or Communications or French, or maybe something else altogether?
*to travel! or to get experience!
*to fall in love with myself.
*to develop my relationship with God.

*to make some cool crafts or something.

*to not give up, no matter what gets thrown my way.
*to start getting myself out there more.
*to not gain too much weight.

things I have learned in my first semester at college:

*it's okay to stand up for yourself- even if it's to your friends.
*you don't want to be the same person you were in high school. seriously.
*being undecided as a major is okay (for now- but seriously, get your stuff together soon if you can).
*sometimes, high school drama follows you to college.
*there's intramural track! And introductory piano classes! And clubs for everything!
*you might have a hard time leaving home because... well, I'm not exactly sure why yet.
*you only need a couple of good friends- those friends that will give you smile lines and make you happy to be yourself, whoever that is anymore- and you will be content with life.
*have a long-distance relationship, and suddenly you appreciate time so much more. It's hard but worth it at the end of the day.
*you should just plain appreciate time. and naps.
*you will mess up sometimes, but it really is okay (especially in the beginning of the semester). there is
always time to fix things.
*look both ways before crossing the street.
*sometimes, luck is the one thing you can never count on, but does come.
*music is a great thing for lonely late nights.

there will be more of these to come, most likely. I have four years to accomplish and learn.
-Mac

P.S. I am DONE with my first semester. I feel like I was just freed from jail. Or a bird that just leapt out of its nest (and made it). Or Kevin McCallister, when he found out he was home alone. It was so very long of a first semester of college, but I survived.

Holiday- Vampire Weekend.

new posts to be had

I started a new blog, thinking I needed a new start with college starting and all. And then I realized, hey! I am still that same person that started writing this blog years ago, just older and part of the way into the freshman fifteen. So I technically have a new "profile," but it is still just me. Hi. I am going to start transporting posts from there to back where they belong- here, home.

I just wanted to share this with everyone, too. I used to be such a wallflower: dreary and stuck like wallpaper. But now, I like to think I am a wildflower: growing and free in the light of the Sun and happiness. Thank you, God, but also thank you to the supporting people in my life.

poems, weeks old

blues:

daydreams, dripping from my third-floor window

it's raining rain

they are sipping champagne.

sky scratchers, peeling the blue off the rain
a balloon floats high
but at the top dies.

alas, the sun! it burns and cries
but the bird does not care.
its song has the same fare.

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eighteen or eight:

sitting indian style, lime green rug
from Walmart- a sweater that doesn't fit just right.

year seveteen seventy something- who cares?
juice boxes, junk food, dirty socks
litter a cold floor (fun to slide on).

what has changed, eighteen to eight?
same name, just a taller frame
and still unsure about why.