Wednesday, July 13, 2016

The Third Day! Ft. REALLY Good Food!

I was basically a ninja this morning, sneakily getting ready whilst my roommates slept, quietly grabbing every bottle and tiptoeing to and from the bathroom. I didn't want to wake anyone up so I got up super duper early and as soon as I finished getting ready I was faced with the predicament of not being able to get back into bed and comfortably wait for everyone to wake up for fear of making to much noise so I sat in the hallway for a good 20 minutes. I mean I guess my life doesn't ever get too boring, not with me always finding a way to do something silly or, as some people call it, something impractical. Anyways, today kicked off with visiting the National Geographic Headquarters and listening to a wonderful speech by Susan Goldberg. She included lots of photography, which I am a total sucker for, so I really loved her speech. Next came my favorite part of the day: Lunch. We ate at Buca Di Beppo and it was great! We got to eat at smaller tables or booths and I didn't feel too nervous or overwhelmed to eat so naturally I ate a bit too much whilst I was so comfortable. I enjoyed a couple laughs while one of the girls tried to teach me how to stalk people on Instagram, I wasn't very good but it was still fun to try. We visited the National Press Club next and were grilled by Brian Lamb the founder of C-SPAN and got to question three wonderful journalists: Jen Bendery,  Zach Wineburg, and Karin Caifa. After dinner we had one more speaker, Mike Shear who was very interesting and I really enjoyed listening to him. The day finished off with color group meetings and one of the best nights ever. Some of my amazing friends and I took over the BlueRidge lounge and ordered pizza, it just felt great to be with them all and the pizza was the best thing iv'e eaten in awhile which may be sad to say but oh well. Let's hope I can get some sleep tonight!

(I apologize for how bad and broad these blog posts will seem but these nights leave me so exhausted its a miracle that I write at all! I am not going to be revising this as it is 1 am and i'd like to get some sleep tonight, g'night everyone!)

Tuesday, July 12, 2016

Second Day At WJMC!

It took so much willpower to drag myself out of bed today, it felt like I swallowed starlight and it burnt my entire body, or simply put: I AM EXHAUSTED
Today we got to see Hoda Kotb and listen to her speech. It was incredible! I loved how she spoke to the correspondents and her stories were so inspiring! After that we headed to the Newseum aka my favorite place on this Earth. Now, to be completely honest, I did not enjoy the first half of this adventure. We had to cycle around in groups and I couldn't enjoy my time there, I was feeling very overwhelmed and went to my natural instinct to stand around and not look at anything other than my phone. I was feeling discouraged. I had wanted to see my friends and show them some of the treasures of this place, instead I felt so out of place. 
However, at one point we went out on a balcony about six stories high that had a breathtaking view of Washington. NOTE: I am petrified of heights. And somehow I was able to walk right over to the banister, plop my arms onto it, stretch onto my tippy toes, and lean my head right over the edge looking straight down. I wasn't scared. I had already braved social awkwardness and a case of lonely feels and now this whole height issue didn't seem at all worrisome. In fact, I loved it. The air felt fresh and I wanted to take as many gulps of the sunshine soaked air as I could. I could've stood there for hours just breathing that air and smiling at the view but eventually we had to go to the next rotation. We did have about 25 minutes at the end to roam free so, of course, I climbed all six levels of stairs and returned to my favorite little balcony. I wanted to scoop up as much of that view and air as I could, I wanted to have it pouring out of my arms and falling to the floor as I walked, some form of gaseous bravery. (Okay I'm getting a bit too poetic here) It was simply refreshing.
 But, eventually, we did have to leave, this time on our way to the White House and the monuments for the Twilight Monument Tour. It started out a bit nerve wracking as usual but soon I was able to see my friends again and boy did I need to at this point. I felt so much better after seeing them! 
Soon we split up again, I enjoyed walking all the way up to the Lincoln memorial and down around The Mall. Fresh air seems to be something I can't get enough of during this trip. But at that the day ended and there isn't much more to say. Hopefully the rest of the time here I can find some more of that fresh air bravery because I honestly don't know if i'll be able to survive without it. 

Monday, July 11, 2016

First Day At WJMC! Ft. Friends!

So today seemed as if it would be a relatively normal day, I woke up, got dressed and ready, but then I brought my two large suitcases downstairs and finished preparing for my flight to the one and only Washington Journalism and Media Conference. I could really feel the nerves kicking in right as I was about to head into security without anyone to accompany me (first time flying alone!) My flight actually went wonderfully! I was sat next to a woman who told me she had friends who had graduated from George Mason and she told me all of the reasons they loved the school! The main selling point being that the college is diverse and has tons of opportunities for students. Anyways, fast forward, everything had gone smoothly at baggage claim and I had easily found the group of people waiting for the shuttle to leave the airport.
 The moment I got into my dorm room I just stood there unable to figure out what to do next. I was overwhelmed at the grand scale of things and the fact that I was actually here. I messaged a few people in my group chat that I had arrived and I mentioned my room number. I continued stumbling around my room for about ten minutes until I heard the main dorm door open and a stampede of friends came spilling through the door. I was awestruck, I expected, if anyone were to come, it would only be about two friends. Instead I was greeted with 13 smiling faces and immediately the small dorm was filled with hugs and introductions. Everyone quickly made themselves comfortable and we sat for awhile, talking and laughing. I had never felt so at ease with a group of people before, typically I start to shake and get very nervous around new people, but it felt like I had known them forever, it felt like I was with family! Soon we were running all over campus, meeting up with fellow friends, running into and out of dorms, checking in, etc. I tried Logan-Berry for the first time, a really sweet drink from the one and only Meghan, as in the one and only Meghan H. because we happen to have Meghan squared in our little family. Eventually I met up with the lovely Sadie! It was nice to be with another person from FL so we chatted a bit about anything that came to mind. It helped put my mind to rest knowing someone had also come from FL and that we were experiencing some of the same things.
The next event on our schedule was a campus tour. I lucked out and joined a group composed of all of my friends and we walked around the stunning GMU campus. The weather was beautiful and people were laughing and enjoying themselves and I just felt so at home, it felt like my life was working up to this point so I could meet these amazing friends and see this breathtaking campus. To wrap up the day we attended a dinner and welcoming speech along with our opening speaker Tina Rosenberg. The entire experience was inspiring and lovely. However as the time to crawl into my bed and fall asleep approached I started to get the jitters. And they were BAD jitters. I desperately needed one last hug or one last friendly face and luckily I got just that! The beyond sweet Jules happened to be in a dorm right near mine and with only so many minutes left to spare before bed check I managed to get a hug, that I really needed and was much appreciated, from her. With that my night wrapped up. And now I'm here, typing away on my laptop. Writing a long post where I jaw off a lot about my day. So I guess I'll head to bed now. Goodnight friends! Goodnight Universe! I can't wait to take on tomorrow and all it has to offer!  

Tuesday, December 9, 2014

The Moon

A happy thoughtI'll bet that if the Moon could record all the conversations it's had there would be millions and millions of conversations. 
Think about all those times you've woken up randomly in the night and thought to yourself alone in the dark about everything, with the Moon watching over you silently, all of the times you couldn't fall asleep and you lie in bed awake, with the Moon in the night sky a quiet but apparent company. Think about any moment at night where you've gone out for a walk to clear your thoughts or sat outside to look at the stars and recuperate, the Moon has been with you all of your nights. The Sun has been with you all of your days. 
If the Moon could record all of it's conversations they would be composed of midnight dreamers, visionaries, poets, lovers, star-wishers, night-thinkers, and lonely people. The Sun sees too many conversations in a day to be apart of them all. The Sun sees you at your best and sometimes it's not even there to watch over you, the Moon sees you at your worst and stays with you through it. People would be a lot different if they knew that the Moon loved them, if they knew that the Stars cherished them, and the Sun tied there days together.
But still through it all, throughout it's many restless nights and sad moments, the Moon has loved the Sun so much that he dies every night just so she can breathe every day. And the fact that the Moon has that much love, I believe, proves that the world isn't as bad as it seems. 

Thursday, November 20, 2014

Stars

I happen to love the sky and weather in general. It can capture so many combinations of colors and feelings and wonders that it is always breathtaking. Even stormy skies have clouds that convey emotions and when a stormy sky cries it is the most amazing thing to run around in the tears and try to make the clouds feel better by showing it that you can laugh even when your drowning.
 And sunny skies are wonderfully delicious, when you can hold the warm sunlight in your hands and arms and taste the hot air. 
Cold air is bracing and gentle in a bold way, and I love breathing in a day's cold air.
 Dull days with gray skies and blank sunshine are beautiful too, they are beautiful in the most plain way that most people don't see because their looking to hard. Plain days simply say this, I felt like being me today, isn't that a wonderful thought? That the sky and world dresses itself up for other people on most days but on it's dullest days the sky just wakes and rises and decides to be itself. The sky deserves the most respect and love on it's dullest days I think.
 But above all, I have fallen in love with the night sky. The way the darkness seems so at home as it blankets the sky at night is comforting. And I love the way lights battle and reflect in the dark, the way the light and dark battle at night creates the most graceful wars and scenes. How the moon sits up there in the sky every night is breathtaking, and it's never exactly the same! All of the stars have stories to tell, they all have ages and thoughts and lives of their own. And as long as someone has the stars they can never be lonely. Which is just the world telling you it loves you by always giving you endless friends in the sky and endless things to appreciate.
 Sometimes I just want to stop bustling about in my days so I can open up my arms and hands and give the sky a hug. Do you believe anyone has ever given the sky a hug? Or that maybe someone has tried to yell at the top of their lungs so the sky will hear that they love it? I hope someone has. I certainly will be the person to try it one day. If no one else has cared enough to thank the sky yet. Everybody needs love, a little bit of consideration, a small bit of happiness, a smile. Why should the sky be left out when in reality it is just like us? 

Wednesday, November 19, 2014

Rain

I happen to love the rain.
 I don't mind my clothes getting wet or messing my shoes or appearance up like most people. Whenever it rains I just become a little kid again, giggling and jumping in puddles, marching through the water and trying to catch the rain in my hands. I honestly don't know why but the rain has always been a source of comfort for me. 
And it's always hilarious to see people scatter about in the rain so as to avoid it. 
"Sunshine is delicious, rain is refreshing, wind braces us up, snow is exhilarating; there is no such thing as bad weather, only different kinds of good weather."-John Ruskin
And also, rain grows flowers and leads to rainbows.
So it gives you something to look forward to, which I love.
All the little things, like snow on my tongue, or dancing in the rain, just the little things that make life worth living and make me who I am! ksm