Kathleen's Blog

Dear Hearts!
My blogs are slowly flying by, and I have promised to deliver as many as I can before my homework and exams overtake me! Therefore, with a tiny bit of time on my hands, I’d like to make one friendly suggestion to you all…..

WAKE UP AND SMELL THE ROSES!

I don’t mean to be rude, but sometimes the imperative is necessary in order to grab one’s attention.

What I really mean is that, in our last few weeks at Converse, I want you all to always remember that it is always good to take a moment in the rush to see the beautiful lovely objects and sights which our school, and life generally, can provide.

It is odd, but this past week, I has what you might call a midsophomorelife crisis! Yes, my friends, at age nineteen, it is possible to have thinning hair, achy joints, and late night crashes.

To my dear prospective who read this-Please remember, there is a happy ending here! Consider this crisis a sort of rite of passage! But, more importantly, always remember that in the midst of your academic madness, it is always important ot take a break, breathe calmly, and to find at least one positive point in each day. Whether this is in a ten minute power nap, a phone call to a loved one, a conversation with a dear friend over a nice cup of tea or coffee, or even walking up to smell the stunning Converse roses, this is a moment which will help your physically, mentally, and spiritually, and at Converse. In the friends, the beautiful green quad, the sweet spring breezes, and the roses, you can find this sense of peace. And, if you can’t, I hope that this blog and some of these photographs will help guide you there!

God bless and always look for life’s positives!

~K

My dear hearts,
It seems in the past couple of weeks, the work schedule has become analogous to one of my favorite films-Alice in Wonderland. While I must say I likely prefer the old Disney film, the new film has lately seen me making numerous comparisons with my life and the events around me to the strange world of the smoky intellectual Absalom, the vicious Queen of Hearts, and perhaps my rodentine parallel, the ever time-pressed rabbit!
How often these past few weeks have I felt this way! It somehow seems as if my life, similar to the lives of many of my fellow students, has become a parallel for strange films and their equally strange characters!
After spring break, for example, I found myself in a rather smoky loopy state. AS you envision me smoking my hookah, I will merely say that in my reverie of coming home, I seemed to lose track of the time so precious to me. Perhaps this is the prime difference between Absalom and our Dear Rabbit! It seems as if we spend so much time in our reveries that we lose track of the time, only to find when the hourglass is half empty that we have ever so much to do!
Or perhaps it’s not the time constraint so much as the threat of facing defenestration, or worse, decapitation, from the Queens of Hearts, strange beings who may or may enjoy assigning papers over breaks.


Quite frankly, I’d rather face decapitation for stealing the tarts than for failing a paper. Sometimes there seems to be more joy in the idea of dying with a full stomach of the Queen’s best tarts than dying with an F to your name…
But alas, I ramble! What I really wish to say is this-while I have reached all of the stages in My Alice Story-the maddening tea parties, the reverie of a short rest in the shadows, and the threat of deadlines, failures, and even successes, I realize that to be in the Alice story is to enjoy life at its fullest-to enjoy the very chaos of change, the memory of times well spent, if only in the maddening moment, and the enjoyment that even in the midst of the rush, there is always a little time well spent, be it with friends, family, or perhaps most importantly, yourself in the fine realization that you are moving, always forward, and that even with the twists and turns, your life will be enriched in some new way every day! With this, my dear friends, I go to my short reverie of sleep. I must waken at 7:00 tomorrow(so decadent!), but when I do, I’ll think of you and pray, that when you look at your watches, you won’t think about the time you’ve lost, but about the fact that, aside from the Mad Hatter’s watch, time is always ticking, ticking forward, and you will follow right behind!
God bless dear hearts, and don’t be late for your very important date with the fast and beautiful pace of life!

Hello again!

AS a sort of companion to my new blog, i have decided to change one thing as a part of proverbial “regreening.” I have been told over these past few months that I have somehow been placed in the wrong decade. My phone, according to many, is a sort of relic to what a cellphone was “like five years ago,” and my music is hopelessly old  and outdated,and not in a classical way. This probably isn’t helped by the fact that one of the artists I would marry is now in his sixties…..

So, as a sort of measure to keep up with society, I’ve been told to modernize-rather than the Virginia reel, the “Wobble?”, instead of the T-mobile phone with one keypad for numbers and letters, the new Iphone with touch texting, internet, and heaven knows what apps! I’ve also been told to keep up with the Modernists-I’m told that two page long sentences of Henry James are to be replaced with the two line poems of Mr. Ezra Pound.

Therefore, in the next 300 words, I need to make my point, entertain you, and somehow pretend to be profound

And so ,I’ve only one option-get ready for some bad poetry.

A Modernist in the Making:

Do you see this I-phone

on Ebay

3G obsolete

they say

to which I reply

I like

3D

Don’t you?—-

snickers—-

they walk away

their

Five Fingers

on concrete

Mine on my

Number two

pencil

Boo

to

Mo-dern-

i-

zation-

Best I can do, so over and out – Just remember this – question modernization.