SomeGuy did this about...a month ago...and I've been meaning to fill it out. Life's soundtrack, but limited to, for now, college, since that's about all the capacity I can think in.
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1.) I'm On My Way - Proclaimers
2.) Hire...
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The disappearance of the girl from my university is only getting worse. Apparently, the police have found her dorm keys in the forest she was reported to have been heading towards, but that's it. Tracker dogs lose her scent at a road before the forest and the physical search has been deemed complete.
I received an e-mail today from the grad assistant in, of all classes, Sociology. It's a larger room and class that doesn't lend itself well to personal interaction, but apparently I sit close enough to the front (err, second row with no one in front of me, though I'm against a wall) that the GA noticed my behavior.
My MWF schedule has me waking up at 9, getting coffee around 9:30, reading the paper, and then heading off to 10am English. I have Sociology right afterward. Today, I picked up the NIU paper and the local town's paper, both with front-page articles on the missing student. I read them and got teary and choked up several times, which carried over to English and then Sociology.
The GA e-mailed me, asking if I was alright. First off, this blows my mind. I cannot believe she noticed how I was behaving, that I was outwardly affected enough to show it. Second, I cannot believe she actually took the time and consideration to ask me how I was doing.
What I wrote back to her is basically a summation of the below.
I feel myself in a role of leadership, as I am an adviser in the art department. I get to know people from everywhere because they come to me for help or they at least pop into the office and I see and talk to them. This past summer, I did several freshmen orientations, and I remember her at one of them that I did. I spoke to her, helped her understand the crazy world of college, and helped her plan her schedule.
Besides that, I've kind of been adopted as a role model (which is crazy, I know). A lot of the freshmen look up to me (as odd as that sounds) and have asked me for all kinds of advice. I hang out with them whenever I can and just generally enjoy the younger students.
So this is where it gets me. This girl not only lives on my floor (and two doors away to boot), but is part of my art family. We're pretty tight in the department, very social, very supporting of one another. Each division, each class, is a band, there for one another.
It could be my close friends. It could be one of the freshmen I'm close to. It could be someone personally in one of my classes. But that's not the point.
These are the people I look out for. She is somebody I would look out for whenever the need would come. She is someone I would advise, or just talk to, or just plain see succeed.
I am nineteen years old. I have goals, dreams, a future. I am responsible and mature. But at the same time, I am young, naive, irresponsible, and immature. Someone who was me last year shouldn't have this happen to them.
NIU, my university, has been getting a lot of attention in the past day. It probably hasn't and won't breach outside of the Chicago area, but it's something that is worrying me.
We have a student missing. Freshman, aged 18, photography major. Art major. My family. Lives in my dorm. Two doors down.
I don't know her; my experience with most students here is a passing glance or seeing them at meal times. Her, I at least saw in and around the complex and floor meetings. She's a nice girl, quiet girl. And she's missing.
Friday night, police came around asking about her. Now it's Tuesday, and the searches are becoming more intense and involved. But it worries me. In fact...I can't help but fear the absolute worst.
I don't her. But I all I can think of are the people who do. The most gut-wrenching was one of her art teachers who came into the office yesterday, he just looked so empty at the words.
People can be here and than gone faster than you know it. I pray she is alright but it's harder to fight off that dreading doubt.
Complete and total lie. If you haven't heard me whine about it enough, then I'll reiterate: I have virtually no free time this semester, what with six classes totaling eighteen credit hours that meet thirteen times a week and two jobs that take up...
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Friday night, me and my friends went out to eat. After eating, we went to Wal-Mart, me set with the goal of buying How To Train Your Dragon.
Which I did.
Came back and set about starting my Painting homework. Ended up having a confusing Skype conversation with Terumi and TC wherein the former and I hammered out a basic frame to our next semester.
Went back to my room around 12:30. Showered, then finally popped in How To Train Your Dragon.
Next day, woke up, had some time to kill before we were meeting up for brunch, so I started to watch How To Train Your Dragon again. Got halfway done, ate, finished the other half, then went back to the studio space to work on my Painting homework. Listened to the soundtrack, finished homework.
Saturday night, we ordered pizza and, armed with that, breadsticks, and soda, we watched How To Train Your Dragon. Behaved like typical teenaged girls be squeeing over the kitty!Toothless scenes and the like.
Came back to my room and finished the sketch I had going for Illustration. After about two hours and five background sketches, I gave up on the idea because I couldn't think of a proper environment. Ended up drawing a dude with a monocle.
Sunday (today), woke up, went to brunch, came back and watched How To Train Your Dragon with director's commentary. Turns out they're as much of art geeks as I am, and the things they pointed out as their favorite subtle moments that nobody got were things I loved. Awesome. During that time, I worked on inking the above Illustration assignment.
Took my painting stuff back to the art building.
Came back and watched How To Train Your Dragon before getting fancy McDonald's for dinner. Then my internet decided to not work, but let YIM and YouTube function, so I performed Movie Sign by talking to Missay and, later, Nehs. Wtf.
I did NOT watch How To Train Your Dragon again, but instead listened to the soundtrack while doing Illustration homework. That makes for a grand total of five times I viewed the thing in less than 48 hours. Beats my previous record of four with Princess and the Frog.
Aaand of course, my brain can only think in terms of its soundtrack.
