Homecoming Week

This week is pivotal in college life. Everything revolves around the activities and games that will happen this short week. So far it sounds fun. As to college life in general though, it is releasing. I have felt the most freedom ever in my life. Yet I have also felt the biggest fear in my life. Dealing with problems without my parents nagging at me to fix them. It is a hard struggle to deal with. Should I play games or do my homework? It is a typical question I ask myself on a daily basis. It is nice though to be able to stay up however long I like and make my own decisions on even the minute details.

Roommate & College life

Name: Luke
Age: ?
Hometown: Some small town in, Nebraska
Birthday: ?
Grade: Sophomore
Major: Art, I think...
Friends: ?
Family: ?
Basic Information: ?
Gamer: DEFINITELY
And a TV hog. For his games. Plus he narrates everything he does whilst gaming... it is kind of hilarious yet at the same time a bit annoying.
I know little more than his name and we have shared a room together for over two weeks. He is a very shy, timid guy. Tall, skinny. A country guy. We are on two ends of the spectrum and we will never come to terms. Or will we? There isn't much to dislike, but mostly because he spends his time elsewhere when he isn't gaming and when he is I tend to be in 1st floor lobby hanging out there.

Everything is new. Living with a guy that I don't know that well, in a building where you have to walk down the hall to shower and go to the basement to do laundry. Its strange, the change. I miss all my old friends and my hometown but it has come to that point when I go home I miss all my friends here at college. The transition was interesting. Only once it was almost over did I realize that it had happened. That for awhile I was homesick. That for awhile I was out of my comfort zone. That for awhile I missed everyone back home. College, overall, has been a great experience. I have been the most active physically and spiritually since middle school. I play ultimate frisbee every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. I read my bible, pray, and learn new things about my faith almost everyday. I have bonded to guys I would have never thought about talking to before college.

Letters (the rest)

These are the last 6 letters I never wrote for the 30 day challenge. I feel as though I should finish them.

letter 25 the person you know that is going through the worst of times
letter 26 the last person you made a pinky promise to
letter 27 the friendliest person you knew for only one day
letter 28 someone that changed your life
letter 29 the person that you want to tell everything to, but too afraid to
letter 30 your reflection in the mirror.

No promise that they will get done soon but its reminding me to.

This life and there of.

Boy has the thought of college hit me like a brick. Its just a big bundle of emotions I can't handle right now. I got a message today on facebook from a guy I just added this day. He said that we are probably going to be roommates as he was informed by a guy who works in the student life center. I still have not come to terms fully that I will not be returning to Campus as a student. I still talk about the dang school like I have to worry about it and wonder what is gonna happen to everything there. I don't know if its a normal reaction for people to not want to move on in life but that is totally me right now. I am excited about college and getting away from home but Campus is where my life revolved for 4 years of my life. Everything I did was at that school or with people from that school. I know that the friends I leave behind there only matter if they keep in touch but I am worried that every single one of them will live on without me and be fine. I feel like shutting down and saying that I'm still in high school for the comfort but I know I have to move on. That is what life is about, moving on. I have to grow up. I have to go to college. I have to get past my fears. I have to.

Traumatic Experiences

I keep telling all my friends about the night that it stormed till most of Wichita was flooded, June 9th, but I don't think any of them grasped how freaked I was about it.

Recollection of that day:

I go over to Bre's house and its a normal day. Really hot and not looking like there was a drop of water in sight even though my mother warned me that it would rain that night and to be prepared. All I thought it would do was shower. So Bre and I are sitting around her house watching Brig-ham play 007 Private Eye on Nintendo 64. After awhile we got bored and we moved downstairs to play Spyro on her PS3. She got bored watching me play so we started figuring out what we were going to do till 10 that night, as it was only 3 or 4 in the afternoon. I decide that we should kidnap Jessica and go to the mall. We do and as we are in JC Penny's going down the escalator (where I cut my leg) we hear an associate tell a fellow employee that the tornado sirens are going off. All of us were like "Its whatever we live in Kansas!" but the associate said that we could either leave now as the mall was shutting down or we could stay in the women's dressing room till the sirens turn off. Before we could make a decision they said we HAD to stay and shoved us into the dressing room. Everything was chill and we had a nice conversation whilst in there for approx. 30 mins. Since it was around 7 by the time this was all done and they were shoving us out of the mall we were hungry so we decided to go to McDonald's to grab a bite to eat. Right after we got our food the sirens go off again and the manager there says we have to go to the basement NOW. I was surprised to find that a McDonald's has a basement. The manager noted that this McDonald's was one of few in the state to have one. Nothing major happened and the sirens turned off around 8. We were done with our food and had even began watching Bo Burnham off of Netflix when we got told we could leave. The first thing I do is look outside and the street is flooded but West Street is known for bad drainage so I didn't think to much of it. So we leave and I head to drop Bre off at her house and the roads aren't that bad. I just had to stay towards the middle and be super cautious whilst it was dark, raining hard and flashing super bright lightning into my eyes. I drop Bre off and everything is dandy. The rain lightened and the roads weren't getting worse by much. But as I continued down 31st I discovered that the drainage is even worse there then on West Street. I couldn't see the bottom of the road or any of the lines. I saw cars pushing through just fine so I thought my little car would be fine as well. I was wrong. About hundred feet from the intersection I needed to turn right on to take Jessica home (which wasn't flooded), my car stalled. Just my luck! I open my door just a crack to assess the situation I was in and the water came up to the bottom of my door. That freaked me out! I shut the door quickly, called my parents to figure out what to do (and boy was that stressful!). I told Jessica that we wouldn't be able to open the doors but had to push my car to get it out of the water. So, in the pouring rain, we roll down my windows, crawl out of my car NASCAR style and start pushing in knee high water. It was windy, cold and dark. We were not wearing enough clothes to keep us warm at ALL. We finally got my car to the corner, with some strangers help, where its still in water about ankle deep but enough (I thought) to get it where it would start again. The engine never could turn so we get out of my car, cold and shivering, to try and move it to higher ground in a parking lot right around the corner. It took us awhile but it finally happened with some more help from random strangers. While waiting for my car to function we get a call from Bre. Jessica's mom texted her three times and even called Bre because Jessica wasn't home yet (Jessica's phone was dead). I try my car one more time and the engine catches while I pumped the gas to get it going. My car was back in business but my windows were all fogged up so we had to wait another 20 mins or so for that to clear mostly up. We finally get out onto the road and start driving in the HORRIBLE weather again. I can barely see the road in front of me but magically we make it to Jessica's house. I then book it home and still make it before 10:30 (the time my parents wanted me home) Lets just say I am glad I am alive and that this probably doesn't express how traumatic it actually was but only a small portion.