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Kroger and Hobby Lobby start to pull out the fall decorations as soon as Sept. 1 hits. From scarecrow balloons to pumpkins, the fall season is in full swing before the calendar even says so.
The first week of school, my Italian professor asked the class who already had Instagram downloaded on their phone. Obviously, there was a murmur of yeses, along with the singular no from me. I wasn’t surprised. Instagram is basically the new Facebook. Everyone has an account.
T-minus five minutes until the start of the race.
It's that time of year again.
When I was little, we used to go to the library every Saturday. I wouldn’t leave without at least five or six books in my arms, all on the verge of falling over any second. I’d read one of those books every day. By the time Saturday came around, it was time to exchange my books for new ones.
Last weekend, I was feeling inspired and decided to clean my room. I began by organizing these huge bins of books and pencils I had stuffed in my dressers. The bin was really heavy, maybe 20 pounds. I could barely lift it two feet to the ground.
Last Wednesday, I woke up at 6:30 a.m. to my brother getting ready for school. Oh yeah, school is starting for him again. Summer had flown by without me noticing. In between vacation, running and doing work for my internship, August had snuck up on me.
About a year ago, I was presenting my project at the IU Intensive Freshman Seminar conference. My group and I had run an experiment on how empathetic professional runners are depending on their speed in relation to people who don’t run. I was asked millions of questions about my process, findings and overall experience in the class.
I was lying in bed, planning to take a nap after running errands all day. I could barely keep my eyes open. The curtains were closed. It was raining — perfect napping weather. I'd thought falling asleep would’ve been easy.
I can’t remember how many times I’ve been asked, “If you could have a superpower, what would it be?” Whether it was in Spanish class or a group activity in elementary school, I’d always give the same answer: I’d want the ability to know what people are thinking. Sure, flying and invisibility had crossed my mind. Even the ability to stretch my limbs like Elastigirl in “The Incredibles” seemed kind of fun. But every time, I’d always settle on reading peoples’ minds.
I wake up to my 71st day of summer vacation. It's 7:50 a.m. I look outside: another hazy, humid morning to add to the books. It's no excuse to miss the daily morning run though.
In a primarily technology-driven world, I sometimes wonder: what will come in the way of face-to-face interaction next? TV was one of the first things that began the trend. Yes, TV can help educate and inform an audience, but it can also distract people from interacting with those around them. It pulls people away from authentic interactions and into alternate universes with unrealistic expectations and occurrences.
The thought was haunting me. Nagging at me. Should I send the text? Would they respond? What would we talk about? It's now or never. I hit send and closed my phone.
I remember when Bloomington used to have a Barnes & Noble. I would spend hours in the kids section looking at books. There was one day in particular where I held a napkin and pen as I read the backs of books.
As we drive up the winding two-mile hill to the lodge we’re staying at, I take a sigh of relief. No more rushing, no more stressing about where we’re going to go next. We can take all the time we need, take in the views and fresh air.
When I go on tours, I don’t usually listen to the overhead voice telling me about whatever sight I’m seeing. I tend to zone out, getting rid of all the outside voices and sounds so I can take it in myself. It's not that I’m not interested in learning, I just don’t have the attention span to listen to someone talking for an hour. Especially when I have something unique and different in front of me to observe and commit to memory.
A calm, bittersweet sort of feeling came over me as the Three Bears Park came into view. Eleven years later, I was finally back. We had endured over 13 hours of driving and Philadelphia’s brutal traffic to get here.
Soon, I will be driving far, far away from this town. There is nothing like waking up at 4:30 a.m. to begin a family vacation to the east coast. Even though the days of waking up that early for dreadful cross country meets are far behind me, I make an exception for vacation.
As the curtain closes and marks the end of the year for nearly 10,000 first-year students, a few of them shared their reflections on the highs and lows of this unfamiliar and new experience.
I scroll through the free “House Hunters” episodes available on Xfinity, trying to figure out what mood I’m in today. Fixer upper in Texas, exciting city life in Chicago, move-in-ready family home in Pennsylvania. The list goes on — and those are only the episodes in the U.S. “House Hunters International” provides a whole other list of episodes, making my decision that much harder. Madrid, Tuscany, Costa Rica.
