Another week has passed here in Boston and it ended the same way as the others, a fun weekend traversing the new city I call home.
For the first time since leaving for college, which has only been a year and a half, my parents were able to come see me for a night. I turned 20 on Thursday, January 27 and my parents drove into the city on Saturday to take the Bostonian Triforce to dinner. Which led to the first annual Bostonian Movie Night.
Have you ever seen Donnie Darko?
Because I have. Five times.
I'm still more than confused.
After an intense hour long discussion we still couldn't figure out exactly what was going on near the end of the movie, so we gave up and moved on.
Things are beginning to pick up at school now that clubs and organizations have started. I'm excited to see where this year is going to take me.
Sunday, January 30, 2011
Friday, January 21, 2011
Bostonian Triforce
I'm sure most of you have either played Zelda, specifically the Ocarina of Time, watched someone else play or at the very least know of it. If not please improve your life by playing it or at least checking it out, even if you can't actually play - like me.
Not that any of that has to do with the city of Boston itself, but more about the people I am able to hang out with now that I'm no longer living in North Carolina. Back in my New England hometown I have a crew of people, seriously we call ourselves the Crew, that I spend the majority of my time with. Now that I am no longer 800 miles away this fact remains the same.
Tonight I was able to hang out with two of my best friends in the wicked city of Boston.
After an extremely long dinner (including a delicious dessert) and a chat in a science building I found myself waiting for the T at 11 pm in the frigid city. So what does my friend decide to do? Walk around in the snow between the tracks and create a Triforce.
Although it is from a fictional game the triforce has become part of my life because of the amazing friends I have made in the past. I could not ask for anything more from them and in all honesty? What would be a better symbol of friendship. I mean seriously.
I would just like to give a shout out to the Crew and all they have done for me in the past and all I the adventures I hope to have in the future.
To the Bostonian Triforce: may the next two and a half years be absolutely rockin'.
Not that any of that has to do with the city of Boston itself, but more about the people I am able to hang out with now that I'm no longer living in North Carolina. Back in my New England hometown I have a crew of people, seriously we call ourselves the Crew, that I spend the majority of my time with. Now that I am no longer 800 miles away this fact remains the same.
Tonight I was able to hang out with two of my best friends in the wicked city of Boston.
After a tiring week (the first week of class) and an exhausting day at the Org Fair (where as I signed up for everything like a true Emersonian) I caught the T and headed down to Kenmore Square.
After an extremely long dinner (including a delicious dessert) and a chat in a science building I found myself waiting for the T at 11 pm in the frigid city. So what does my friend decide to do? Walk around in the snow between the tracks and create a Triforce.
I would just like to give a shout out to the Crew and all they have done for me in the past and all I the adventures I hope to have in the future.
To the Bostonian Triforce: may the next two and a half years be absolutely rockin'.
Friday, January 14, 2011
Turning Back the Clock
So it has been two days. Two long days and I feel like a freshman again.
I guess I should start at the beginning if this is to make any sense. I am a sophomore transfer student at Emerson College in Boston, Massachusetts. It took me a while to find this place. When I was a senior in high school in a small Massachusetts town I decided that I didn't want to be close to home - so I ran away. I applied to Elon University, a school in the middle of North Carolina - at least seven hours from anyone I knew.
It took only a few months for me to realize that I missed my friends, my family and the northeast. I found myself wishing that I had applied to Emerson and exactly two years after I applied to college the first time, I found myself applying a second time. I must say that it wasn't any easier the second time around.
But it was all worth it because here I am. So this blog is just to help me figure out where I'm going from here. All I can say is this is a chance for me to rewind the clock and try again somewhere new.
I guess I should start at the beginning if this is to make any sense. I am a sophomore transfer student at Emerson College in Boston, Massachusetts. It took me a while to find this place. When I was a senior in high school in a small Massachusetts town I decided that I didn't want to be close to home - so I ran away. I applied to Elon University, a school in the middle of North Carolina - at least seven hours from anyone I knew.
It took only a few months for me to realize that I missed my friends, my family and the northeast. I found myself wishing that I had applied to Emerson and exactly two years after I applied to college the first time, I found myself applying a second time. I must say that it wasn't any easier the second time around.
But it was all worth it because here I am. So this blog is just to help me figure out where I'm going from here. All I can say is this is a chance for me to rewind the clock and try again somewhere new.
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