Freshman Finale: Year’s End


As the wind up begins, getting ready for final exams, I thought I’d take some time out to reflect on the past year.  I have to do an essay doing the same thing for English anyway.

Coming to the end of my freshman year, I look back with no small amount of amazement that I’ve come this far.  In the beginning, the time seems so long, and yet at the end, the opposite is true.  Am I a different person from the beginning of the year?  I’ve never been good at gauging the changes within myself, so an outside opinion would be necessary.

I’m not always good with change, even if it is for my benefit,  but then again, who is?  Every new step is met with trepidation, and the realization that what once was will never be again, and what is coming isn’t approaching at the speed I think it is.

I look back on the year with a sense of accomplishment, acknowledging that I’ve come farther than imagined, and yet I know I still have much farther to go.  The question of will I make is one that I’m ignoring, because the real question becomes: do I want to?  Do I have what it takes to reach some ambiguous goal that won’t seem real until I’m there?  Can I push myself to keep going, and not quit, trying to take the easy way out, because the only one I can depend on to keep me on track is me?

Going back to where I was is not an option.  As much as I might think I’ve grown, I’m not sure I’ve grown enough, that I’m in the place I’m supposed to be.  But then again, as the saying goes, “You can’t go home again.”


A Day at the Beach: Kenny’s Salt Water Taffy

I stumbled upon this place during a last minute (in my case) trip to the beach.  Situated on Onset Bay, only the parking lot separates it from the beach.  Renowned for(obviously) their salt water taffy, they also offer a variety of foods for those looking for a meal.  I got to enjoy my first plate of fried whole belly clams in years, with dessert being two scoops of ice cream, chocolate and vanilla.  Sorry, no soft serve here.  But it was well worth it, until early the next morning my stomach was pissed off.  I guess fish and dairy don’t mix.  Everything stayed down, so I’m not sorry though, and am chomping at the bit for my next round.  This is DDD candidate if I ever saw one.

There’s No Place Like Home…

As a former resident of Brimfield, MA, I was horrified and saddened by the damage done to a place so familiar to me, especially with friends and family that still live in the surrounding areas.  My brother and I drove through some of the back roads and side streets, neither of us having had a chance to really see the destruction.  It’s unfathomable…no, it’s inconceivable that such a destructive  force wreaked havoc in an area that for the most part escapes the notice of the world.  Well, we’re getting noticed now, and for more than just an over-sized tag sale.  I’m proud of the members of the community, both within Brimfield and without, for the care, support, and empathy you have exhibited during this time of crisis.

Now, that the sappy part’s done, I can start ranting.  For those of you who are taking this opportunity to exploit the victims of this disaster by LOOTING, why don’t you just take the whole shebang, and get it over with.  And whoever it was that got the bright idea to claim to be a victim that wasn’t, I’m glad they got arrested.  They deserve it.  It’s despicable.  I hope your guilt eats you alive.  This is not the time to start betraying your friends and neighbors, it’s to show yourself and the world the goodwill towards men, women, and children that is supposed to be at the heart at each and everyone of us.

A final note: A shout-out to my brothers and sisters that bleed green helping out around town, and to the people bringing them food and water so they’re not stuck eating craptastic MREs.