Berliner Mauer

Hannah Evans, 2/2/08.

This is one of my favorite pieces of the Berlin wall. Love in a time of turmoil. Life, in a time of turmoil. Or at least, that is what I associate it with. Whether we are separated by walls, boarders, oceans; we always find our way back, whether it be to ourselves or to where we belong. I just ask "where do we belong?", or rather, "where do I belong?" The separation-- It’s physically paralyzing; I feel devoid of life, my lungs feel as though they are half-capacity. Yet everything eventually comes to an end, all pains, trials and evaluations; That, is just a raw fact of life, an unavoidable reality. Eventually I will find equillibrium again, balance work and school, my social life and extracurriculars, tackle the application process, and manage LIFE in general. Tonight I came home exhausted, figured I'd save my homework for tomorrow which is technically not a good idea, but I really need to breathe and calibrate my thoughts. So here’s to a cup of tea, sweatpants, and oversized slippers—tonight we’ll dine with Whittard and Celestial Seasonings.

BURNING OUT IS NOT AN OPTION

Burning Out, Banjos, and Boston...

I saw Lesley University today, and personally I thought it was really nice: Right next to Harvard Square, down the street from the Middle East (amazing venue for punk/ska/other). Art Institute of Boston, affiliated with Lesley, is right down the street from Fenway Park, Hunts, Newbury Street, BU, and has an amazing photography program=). Not to mention, outside the workshop area of the Institute, you can see the former Avalon and the wall that the Murphys signed the night of the Avalon’s closing. The main problem with Lesley is the location—id like to go out and adventure, maybe live in a new place. I know Boston so well already and I want to venture into uncharted territory.

November 9th is the Boston National Portfolio Day, and I am extremely nervous. It’s basically a review of what I’ve done photo wise, by all of the universities that I plan to apply to. PRESSURE!

I have compiled a set of photos I like better than others, however I still feel that what I’ve shot so far is basically: mediocre. 12 to 20 pieces of mediocre. I just love it, and I know this is what I want to do; always has been. I just want to be able to make it. Hopefully things begin to meld together soon; Working 13 hours a week, and various extracurriculars (German Club, Editing two sections of the paper and co editing the entire deal for the first issue) is just going to add to the whole college admissions process.

Burning out is NOT an option

"And I'll Sing with heroes thirty-three rounds per minute. I'm never going home until the sun says I'm finished. And I'll love you forever if I ever love at all"

3.2.1. Rolling.

Live journal is a nuisance with too many limitations
So here I am! Procrastinating three days worth of make-up work
And swimming in a sea of crumpled up tissues and thousands upon thousands of germs

Horray =D