Because I thought this was hilarious, I felt the need to tell you why I love my life. Again.
Story 1: As Elizabeth, Joshua, and myself were sitting in church this past Sunday morning, listening to Matt bring the message he started to talk about how some people only think about the fall of man, and the redemption. Completely missing out on the beauty of the creation and what's needed in the restoration.
"It's almost like if I were to give you a five hundred page book, told you to read it, but I took the first and last hundred pages out." -Matt.
"I would slap you. ...And then not read it." -Me.
*punch* -Elizabeth.
But, can you blame me? I mean after I started Reviews For You, I can't even imagine reading the middle three hundred pages of any book. E.V.E.R.
Story 2: And, because our exam schedule is completely out of whack, my global issues teacher didn't really have anything planned for us to do.
So, we all asked to play Scattegories.
We're all sixteen and older. [Don't judge. You know you wanna play it too.]
The letter was D, and the thing was an insect. One group said a Digger. [Like a digger ant, only they didn't know it existed. But, they sure were trying.] Mrs. J asked them to repeat themselves.
So they all said at once, Digger, rather loudly. And then, without missing a beat, the only black girl in the entire class, says, "What did you just call me?!"
Wonderful.
Ever so wonderful. I'm sure there are more instances of the funny, but I'm not entirely sure of that.
Wait, I lied.
Story 3: I was talking to Sean in Oral Comm, and I told him to remind me at the end of the month that I need to find out if I had a speech to give so I could do it before I left. He minorly freaked out and I couldn't figure out why.
"I didn't think you were leaving until after graduation..."
"I'm.... Oh, stupid." He thought I was moving at the end of February, when I'm in fact leaving in June.
I then had to explain that a friend of mine is graduating from Marine Corps boot camp, and I was going with my mother to watch him graduate.
Life.
ARTIST: MIKE LOMBARDO
Sunday, January 30, 2011
Sunday, January 23, 2011
Tales of Brave Ulysses
An open letter to my friends, classmates, church family, and anyone who may miss me:
Dear people,
I write this for clarity, and for posterity sake. I feel as if I should say this now, when my head is clear, and not clogged with the nostalgia that seems to happen to me around June time.
I am moving. I am not moving to "run away" from anyone/anything. I am not running from. I am running to. I know not if God has called me west, however, I go forth. I go onward and south. I go to discover the place that I will one day belong.
At 17, I know not the plans I should have, much less the ones The Great I Am has for me.
I go for potentially selfish reasons. I go to save money for myself, to be closer to my family.
And, because I have few things holding me here. What holds me to the great state of Virginia is graduation. Once that happens, in June, there is only one thing.
This wonderful girl that saved me. She is why I will come back.
And, it may seem like I don't care about the rest of the people I'm leaving. That couldn't be further from the truth. My life has changed more than anyone can ever know in the last four years I've lived here. Minor list:
I discovered a love of jazz.
And ALL CAPS.
I learned I'm pretty freaking beast at Sudoku.
I became a Nerdfighter.
I read a lot of books.
I learned people think I can write.
...So I started writing about books.
I went to my first big concert.
I became a Christian.
I watched as the first black president of the United States was inaugurated.
I cried over the things I heard out of the mouths of kids younger than me.
I busted my knee up a lot more.
I learned to throw a Frisbee.
I traveled outside of the country. Twice.
I ate more Chipotle than should be allowed.
I came out.
I was forced out.
I got a puppy.
I learned that someone I love had died each year I was in high school.
I forgot to tell my best friend I was moving.
I went four years with out moving. [Something of a record for me. No, I'm not kidding.]
I know that my life has changed. I know that it will continue to change no matter what it is I do. However, I'd rather initiate change. I'd like to think that, as I wonder west, I shall be grabbing the reign on the horse of my life, and taking it closer to a degree, a career, a home, and a life that I can live and be proud of.
That's all I want out of myself. But, I can not do it alone. Every person I have come in to contact in the last four year has greatly changed my outlook on life. And now, I ask that I may lean on you still. Though I may be a thousand miles away, [And, I'll forgive you for singing the Plain White T's under your breath/in your head.] I ask that I may be able to still call you friend, family, coworker. That I may be able to love you the same way.
And, I leave you in one hundred and fifty six day, [give or take.] but I miss you already.
With love, [and literary references galore.]
Kori.
"For west is where we all plan to go someday. It is where you go when the land gives out and the old field pines encroach. It is where you go when you get the letter saying flea, all is discovered. It is where you go when you look down at the blade in your hand and the blood on it. It is where you go when you are told you are a bubble on the tide of empire." Robert Penn Warren.
"here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
...
i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)" - e.e. cummings.
ARTIST: CREAM
Dear people,
I write this for clarity, and for posterity sake. I feel as if I should say this now, when my head is clear, and not clogged with the nostalgia that seems to happen to me around June time.
I am moving. I am not moving to "run away" from anyone/anything. I am not running from. I am running to. I know not if God has called me west, however, I go forth. I go onward and south. I go to discover the place that I will one day belong.
At 17, I know not the plans I should have, much less the ones The Great I Am has for me.
I go for potentially selfish reasons. I go to save money for myself, to be closer to my family.
And, because I have few things holding me here. What holds me to the great state of Virginia is graduation. Once that happens, in June, there is only one thing.
This wonderful girl that saved me. She is why I will come back.
And, it may seem like I don't care about the rest of the people I'm leaving. That couldn't be further from the truth. My life has changed more than anyone can ever know in the last four years I've lived here. Minor list:
I discovered a love of jazz.
And ALL CAPS.
I learned I'm pretty freaking beast at Sudoku.
I became a Nerdfighter.
I read a lot of books.
I learned people think I can write.
...So I started writing about books.
I went to my first big concert.
I became a Christian.
I watched as the first black president of the United States was inaugurated.
I cried over the things I heard out of the mouths of kids younger than me.
I busted my knee up a lot more.
I learned to throw a Frisbee.
I traveled outside of the country. Twice.
I ate more Chipotle than should be allowed.
I came out.
I was forced out.
I got a puppy.
I learned that someone I love had died each year I was in high school.
I forgot to tell my best friend I was moving.
I went four years with out moving. [Something of a record for me. No, I'm not kidding.]
I know that my life has changed. I know that it will continue to change no matter what it is I do. However, I'd rather initiate change. I'd like to think that, as I wonder west, I shall be grabbing the reign on the horse of my life, and taking it closer to a degree, a career, a home, and a life that I can live and be proud of.
That's all I want out of myself. But, I can not do it alone. Every person I have come in to contact in the last four year has greatly changed my outlook on life. And now, I ask that I may lean on you still. Though I may be a thousand miles away, [And, I'll forgive you for singing the Plain White T's under your breath/in your head.] I ask that I may be able to still call you friend, family, coworker. That I may be able to love you the same way.
And, I leave you in one hundred and fifty six day, [give or take.] but I miss you already.
With love, [and literary references galore.]
Kori.
"For west is where we all plan to go someday. It is where you go when the land gives out and the old field pines encroach. It is where you go when you get the letter saying flea, all is discovered. It is where you go when you look down at the blade in your hand and the blood on it. It is where you go when you are told you are a bubble on the tide of empire." Robert Penn Warren.
"here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
...
i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)" - e.e. cummings.
ARTIST: CREAM
Friday, January 14, 2011
Hello Good Morning
If all I ever do is talk, what's talk worth?
See, with midterms coming up next week, I realize that I have less than six months until graduation. Which means, you know, that I'm moving.
The general and tentative plan is that after my mothers 40th birthday in June, that I'll move in with my grandmother who lives in a town near Houston. I do this for a few reasons.
1.] College is half as much cost-wise as it is here.
2.] As much as I love my family, and will miss them, this house is not the most conducive to my learning environment. If I have to go to the library to study, I have to make sure I'm home before five so I can baby sit. And, I can't be out past eight. Or, I can't have a computer in my room except on incredibly rare occasions, and I can't study or write around my family. Not conducive. And, yes, I know that's a weak reason, but it's enough of a reason that I want to succeed, and I doubt my own ability around my parents.
3.]I've never lived in one pace longer than two years. It's not that weird for me to want to move or be able to move after having been here for so long.
But, as I have no homework other than a presentation due in a week, I'm going to review some old stories, edit them and maybe transcribe them. Which will clean off my desk a bit. I mean, come on:
ARTIST: SICK OF SARAH
See, with midterms coming up next week, I realize that I have less than six months until graduation. Which means, you know, that I'm moving.
The general and tentative plan is that after my mothers 40th birthday in June, that I'll move in with my grandmother who lives in a town near Houston. I do this for a few reasons.
1.] College is half as much cost-wise as it is here.
2.] As much as I love my family, and will miss them, this house is not the most conducive to my learning environment. If I have to go to the library to study, I have to make sure I'm home before five so I can baby sit. And, I can't be out past eight. Or, I can't have a computer in my room except on incredibly rare occasions, and I can't study or write around my family. Not conducive. And, yes, I know that's a weak reason, but it's enough of a reason that I want to succeed, and I doubt my own ability around my parents.
3.]I've never lived in one pace longer than two years. It's not that weird for me to want to move or be able to move after having been here for so long.
But, as I have no homework other than a presentation due in a week, I'm going to review some old stories, edit them and maybe transcribe them. Which will clean off my desk a bit. I mean, come on:
ARTIST: SICK OF SARAH
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