So, yesterday was basically one of the most exciting days of college so far, because not only was the 2014 Hopwood Underclassmen Award Ceremony in the afternoon, but we had a snow day.
You heard that right: The University of Michigan. Cancelled classes due to weather. FOR THE FIRST TIME SINCE 1978.
With wind chill, it was -30 degrees Fahrenheit. My hall spent the day snuggled up in one of our hall lounges, where we dragged a TV and lots of junk food and pillows, and watched the first five Harry Potter movies in a row (due to the Hopwoods, though, I missed the end of Sorcerer’s Stone and all of Chamber of Secrets and Prisoner of Azkaban–which, you know, was sad, but also totally worth it since it was THE HOPWOOD UNDERCLASSMEN AWARD CEREMONY).
My parents and grandparents came into town for the ceremony, which was awesome (love you, guys!), then afterward we got dinner with my sister and I gave them all a tour of the dorm and then I studied for an exam I had this morning (which I ended up arriving a half hour early for, thanks to the dorm fire alarm playing us the song of its people).
I’ll try to get a couple pictures from the Hopwoods up this weekend, but in the meantime, here’s a shot of the lounge you wish you spent yesterday in.
Paintings by Hannah.
This week’s Wordy Wednesday is another clump of random short poems and bits and pieces I’ve got lying around.
I can feel the distance in my bones
how far away I am from home
and I need Ann Arbor like I need veins
for my blood to run in
There is something sad in that silence,
the weight of waiting.
And knowing that the waiting is still better than what is to come,
but the future holds a different kind of pain
that maybe is ultimately worse, but shorter, easier to swallow–
a gunshot versus a hangnail that drags on and on.
I don’t know if I want the silence or what comes next.
You turn the volume all the way up
to drown out the silence
But it keeps creeping in
in the loudest parts of riots
And you don’t know how to be
the person you’re becoming
And you don’t know if sound is better
or if you’re only running.
All you ever heard were the words I never said
the things you didn’t want, the things I don’t regret
The lines upon my palm, a map from long ago
you let it define me, so you could let me go
And I’m sorry I never said sorry
but I’m not sorry for the things I did
I never tried to erase them, I couldn’t if I hid
I never pointed them out, and you shouldn’t have searched so hard
But I understand this is my fault, for carrying my battle scars
I can’t take this feeling in my head
the weight of words left unsaid
You go back and you paint everything grey
Don’t understand those memories anyway
A wall made of thickest glass separates you
from everything that happens and everything you do
’Cause you don’t feel skin anymore,
just empty air and an open door,
And you can’t feel them on your tongue
the words you say as you come undone
just one by one, they slip free
As you sacrifice yourself,
as you sacrifice me
The truth about life
is that you will always be
terrified or stressed or angry
The key is to find the one thing
that is still worth it
despite it all.
There’s that moment
when you stand beside something
and it makes you believe that
you could be great too
just by being in its presence.