Category: Weekly Reflections

Buckley for President 2016

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I wonder how the election would be different if Trump and Clinton spoke in the debates the way the women in Nevada spoke to each other.

I would not call myself a Trump supporter, but I will be voting for Trump come November 8th. I wouldn’t say I am embarrassed to say I am voting for him, but I also don’t overly advertise it. My reasons for voting for Trump are sound and justifiable to me, as I am sure Hilary supporters have reasons that are sound and justifiable to them. I do not shy away from election conversations with peers, however. Most disagree with my views, but usually at the end we can agree that they both suck, just who sucks less is different in everyone’s mind. Last night in study group, however, we had a non-regular join us in the study room. He randomly sparked a conversation about the future White House with saying “No one in here is supporting Trump, right?” I looked around and then raised my hand. He stared at me and somewhat scoffed. He asked me why and how I could possibly do that. Except he didn’t want to know why or how, he was only interested in telling me how and why he was voting for Hilary. The conversation didn’t go on long, and I feel like any other controversial topic with him won’t either.

But at the end of the day, I am voting Buckley.

Midterm Reflection

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How is life?

LOL.

I went to McDonald’s last night at 1 in the morning for ice cream and chicken nuggets. This is the point I’ve reached in my life.

I woke up this morning and opened my computer to continue to work on my paper and cried tears of joy when I saw that I must have slept wrote a whole paragraph last night because here there it was, done, but I had no recollection of doing it.

I am also super sad because I got a 94 on my math test which made my grade in the class drop from 102 to 99 …. this is what college has done .. I am upset I no longer have a 100 in college algebra.

But here’s the video that prevents me from jumping off a bridge :

 

“I’m A Mess”

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With the overwhelming events of last week and early on this week, my mind has been clouded. Missing four days of class in college I believe should be means for prescription drugs for stress. Missing Monday and Tuesday this week started me off behind and what’s worse is I can’t even catch up because I still can’t think clearly. Every time I try to study or focus on homework my mind drifts off to thinking about the hole in my family. That being said, I have spent 90% of my time this week in the study room in Burns. Jeremy, Fred, Peyton, and I basically moved into the study room this week, but I suppose it was worth it because I made a 100% on my math test. However, where I excelled in math, I lacked in writing. My paper is struggling and all I can do is just stare at it blankly. I know there is so much more I can do with it, but right now is base level which upsets me because the topic has the potential to be deeper. What can I say? I’m a mess.

The “Catch”

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Before when I thought about going to college there were so many things I wanted to do. I wanted to explore, experiment, make new friends, life long friends, go to parties, go to football games, drive to Taco Bell at 3am just because my mom wasn’t there to tell me no. Few of the dreams I had about college included class. Class was kind of the “catch”, if you will, of going to college. Then when I got here, my mindset completely flipped. I went to class, went to the dorm and studied for hours on end, went to bed around 12 and then got up and started it all over again. I went to one party and suddenly wondered why that had been what I was looking forward to this whole time. But with the events of the past week I think I learned, more than ever before, the need for balance. 99.9% of the time, class is a must, but maybe playing hookie (or hooky?) one day wouldn’t hurt. Even though I was so excited about leaving home and being six hours away from Mom and Dad, perhaps taking my homework on the road so I could sit on their couch and study instead of mine would be okay. I think the most important part of college is growing as a person and I thought the best way to do that was on my own, but my family helped me grow this far, might as well keep them around for a little longer. As far as football games? Yeah, they’re still top priority. So what’s the real catch you ask? Learning to balance all the things there are to do and accepting the decisions you make, and that’s something no class, nor party will ever teach you.

 

PS: I know that EDHE is supposed to teach us balance and time management and all that crap, but that is the worst class I have ever experienced and if and when I skip class, it will be that one.

Ole Miss vs. University of Mississippi

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“Why?”

“Come on, Amber, don’t go there.”

“But I thought you were smart?”

“You don’t even drink…”

These are all reactions I got from peers, teachers, and adults alike when I revealed my decision to go to Ole Miss. As a 4.0, honor roll, AP student nobody could figure out why I would pick Ole Miss to attend to further my education, where they figured not much education furthering was going to happen.

However, when I said I was going to the University of Mississippi, a top ten ranked university for Hospitality Management, one of the most beautiful campuses in the country, and ranked SEC sports team, I got a little bit of a different reaction.

Somewhere along the line people received only one story of Ole Miss: drugs, alcohol, Greek life gone wild, and other various extra curricular activities. What people seem to have forgotten, or just chooses to omit, is every university from Harvard to Kennesaw State University to BYU to Liberty University has said extra curriculars that students can, or cannot, participate in. They don’t see my 15 hour schedule, my 100% class attendance, or the six hours I spent studying last night to get a 92 on my math test (I got a 92 on my math test!!!!!!!!!!!) at the University of Mississippi. Therefore I say Hotty Toddy with pride and challenge everyone’s one story with my Ole Miss Story.

Sink, But Don’t Drown

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Remember watching Titanic? When the ship is sinking, all the life boats have been taken, and everyone stands helplessly watching their lives flash before their eyes, except it doesn’t flash, it is a slow and painful process of the waiting game as you feel the ship sink further and further into the abyss. That’s how my first week of college felt. I’ve studied more in this so called “syllabus” week than I did my entire senior year in high school and I am still behind. Textbooks are like the life boats…there seem to be so many, but here I am: lifeboat (textbook) less. The complex relationship between Jack and Rose resembles the way I feel about being away from home; one second I love it and I am “never letting go”, the next I am calling my mom begging her not to let me go. Finally I think of the cold water, literally freezing people alive and I see my clock, that just won’t freeze no matter what. I can feel myself drowning and I am in search of a whistle.