Sorry it’s been so long. Life has been so slow and uneventful that I haven’t really had much to write about. Actually, that’s not exactly true now that I think about it… I didn’t have internet for a while and I don’t like posting from my phone, and also, I went away on college visits for a few days and like I’ve said, I don’t like blogging while traveling. Anyways, enough excuses. I’m back.
After much convincing, my mom dragged me to Ohio to visit four colleges: Denison, Ohio Wesleyan, College of Wooster, and Wittenberg. They all fit very similar criteria: small (2,500 or less) private (expensive, but good financial aid), liberal arts schools. However, as you can imagine apart from their similar foundations, each was actually quite different from the others. I didn’t want to go firstly because I have been packing and leaving all summer long. Heck, since I moved into the dorms freshman year I have been packing and going more often than I’d like. Secondly, I didn’t want to go because it’s Ohio. What is there to do in Ohio? Frankly I’m still wondering this but over the course of the trip I learned that I don’t care as much as I thought I would. Lastly, I didn’t want to go because college makes me think about school, and I’m still on summer break for another few weeks. But I went anyways, and I’m glad because I really connected with a school: Wooster. I can’t explain it; their commitment to students, faculty excellence, small class sizes, caring community, all of it was advertised as the same as the other three schools, but somehow this campus, these people, this seminar was different, special. I looked around at my potential future classmates and they looked like people I’d want to call friends. It’s hard to explain why I liked it so much, I guess it’s the same with falling in love with someone. You can’t always pinpoint why you love them… You just do.
With this being said, I’m sure I’ll apply to Wooster, although I’m not sure in which order this school falls compared to other schools. I still have to see more.
I made Chloe this teepee thing for her birthday. Well, I found the teepee in my attic (one of the many playthings I found in there that my mom apparently forgot about when we were younger. Anyways, I set it up and then realized that it needed sprucing up to be suitable for an almost twelve year old. So I added a string of lights, a rug I found in the attic, some pillows, a mobile, and a fridge. Welcome to club preteen!
Yesterday I also transformed the window well in the upstairs hallway to a little a reading/ writing/ movie watching corner perfect for rainy days. That hallway has never been more than a catchall for the junk that we don’t want in our rooms. To see it makes my mom fume, and it’s quite the danger zone when walking though a dark hallway late at night on my way to bed.
In years past I loathed August. Well maybe not loathed, but I didn’t like it very much. It felt too close to September when I had to go back to school and I didn’t like that feeling. Granted, there was always that little bit of reserved excitement for school- for new shoes and a new teacher, the prospect of a more successful year, but still I’d have much rather stayed in summerland. Well, as tends to happen as one grows older, I’m actually quite fond of August now. I still don’t like how close to September it is, and I’d really rather have to rush to get summer work done, but I like these calm, quiet days, the ones where my hyperactive dog will lay down in the rich green grass, flop over on his side and sleep midday. When the steady lull of crickets chirping becomes white noise and puts me to sleep at night. I love the days where it rains a hard steady rain for all hours of daylight, forcing one inside all day to read and watch movies. I love the abundance that the garden brings, cooking to preserve the summer’s fresh tomatoes to enjoy in the bleak winter days. I love the little hints of leaves changing you see at the very tippy tops of the trees- little patches of red or gold. I love evenings in August, when the light is so golden that it seems to be pouring from the heavens themselves. I love walking down to the blueberry patch and checking on the status of their ripening, stealing a few for a quick snack. June and July are great too, of course. But there always seems to be a business to them, an agenda and a plan attached to every day that just doesn’t exist in August. After two months of doing projects, and traveling, vacations, cleaning, organizing- you know, everything you said you’d do once you had a little time off, you sort of start to let things go, take it easy. By August everything you had on your list is done, or if you’re like me, you stop caring and you just let it slip through the cracks. And it’s ok because by next month you’ll be back in school, envying the days when you had nothing to do, but grateful nonetheless for the restoration they brought you.
Although, mostly I just wish it was June again. I’m rather nervous for senior year. And like my mom once said, "June is Friday, July is Saturday, and August is the Sunday of summer."
Anyways, here’s to August! We must hold onto it with all our strength, all the students, teachers, and other nine-month employees alike. Make it last long enough to renew our souls for the long upcoming year.