So it goes...

"Here we are stuck in the amber of the moment--there is no why"

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sometimes you leave a place and the farther away you get from it the more things you seem to remember, except it’s not really memories, it’s your mind playing tricks, constructing narratives you wish were real and it’s all fine and well and great really, except, you’re far away and longing for a place that doesn’t really exist. you’re in a foreign city and alone and it seems like there was a time and a place where darkness held more than emptiness and home was a feeling and not just a cold bed and a light that flickers.

sometimes you leave a place, but you don’t leave it, not really, you carry it with you, like sand in your palms and it trickles down, down, down, and you try to hold on, but then you look around and you realize that you’re waist deep in the sea and you swim and you find that maybe you were meant to be a fish. the shore was never your home. the sand was weighing you down.

sometimes you leave a place.

sometimes you leave a place and sometimes you go back and sometimes you find everything’s the same, but it feels different, it feels like there’s glass between you and everything you touch and people are speaking in a language you no longer understand and they smile differently and yes, that’s lines on your friends’ faces, and yes, you have them too. time.

sometimes you leave a place and sometimes you go back and everything’s different.

sometimes you leave a place and never go back.

one time, after many sometimes, you’ll realize it’s the people you love, not places, and home can be anywhere, anyplace, just find someone to build pillow forts with you and eat ice cream at dawn and laugh, laugh, laugh until it’s laughter that’s trickling down your palms.

m.v., you’ll find a place you won’t want to escape.  (via findingwordsforthoughts)

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"College as explained to me in high school" vs. "College as experienced firsthand"

In high school they told us:
There will be no grades in a class except the midterm and the final, so you have to study hard because failing one test means you fail the class.
Once I was in college a professor said:
Hey, you guys are working really hard on your third paper, so I'm just going to cancel the final and give everyone a hundred on it.
In high school they told us:
In college, class always begins exactly at the scheduled start time. If your class is at 9 AM and you get there at 9:01, the doors will be locked and you'll be out of luck, especially if it's the day of the midterm or final, because then you get a zero.
Once I was in college a professor said:
Does anyone mind if I start class at 3:35 instead of 3:30? These elevators are really slow and I want to have time for a cigarette before I teach for 90 minutes.
In high school they told us:
Every class you miss drops you a full letter grade in college courses.
Once I was in college almost every professor said:
You can miss three classes without a penalty, and a few more if you have a Doctor's note. Sorry to be a hardass, but you automatically fail if you miss more than ten days of class.
In high school they told us:
If you do have papers, your professors just lecture and put the assignments on the syllabus. You're completely responsible for remembering the deadlines, they won't remind you. All your professors will do is lecture and the rest is up to you.
Once I was in college a professor said:
Okay, so your next paper is in two weeks! I'll keep reminding you in the interim, but I just want to make sure you have enough time to do it! Let's run through the structure I want to see real quick, and if you have any questions, feel free to email me or come to my office hours!
In high school they told us:
You have to use MLA formatting and if you make any mistakes in your citations, it'll be considered plagiarism. You'll be expelled and probably sued.
Once I was in college almost every professor said:
Please do not use MLA, it is awful, we use either APA or Chicago here because we are not 14 years old.
In high school they told me:
There is no excuse for an absence. NONE.
In college I called a professor and said:
I'm really, really, really sorry but it's -18 before windchill and I have to walk two miles to get to class.
The professor said:
You stay inside and stay safe. Here's what we're reading today. I'll quiz you next week and if you can get a 90% I'll mark you present. I know you live off-campus, do you have food?
In high school they told me:
Your advisor is just for academia, not personal problems.
In college my advisor called me:
Are you okay? I haven't seen you in class in two weeks and I know you have depression. I can drop off your work if you'd like. Please call me and tell me how you're doing even if you can't get to class.
In high school they told me:
Don't argue. You think this is bad, wait til college.
In college all but one of my professors said:
You wanna argue, do it in a civil manner. We didn't get here today without 5000 years of healthy debate.
In Addition:
In high school they told me:
You need to exceed all of your peers to get your teacher's attention and MAYBE they'll give you a good reference with a network.
Most of my college teachers:
Hey, you're fucking funny, I like you, you say intelligent things sometimes, and some dumb shit but you're here to learn and if you need a recommendation, come to me and I'll help out.
High School:
Forced the quiet kids to talk
You're quiet... give me a good amount of thought in your papers and tests and your participation points will be counted.
High School:
Don't ask questions, just listen and do the readings and you'll be fine!
ASK QUESTIONS YOU QUIET CRICKETS!!! Seriously, how in the hell am I supposed to know you understand me? I know you all don't get this shit, it's hard so ask questions!