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Grandfather Mountain & the Blue Ridge Parkway.

Mountain Recluses.

Exam time. Paper time. Presentation time. Performance time. Project time. Stupid tasks when you really don't have the time to be doing stupid tasks and want to be writing, time. Last weeks of being an exchange student, time. 


It's heating up, all of a sudden. I have many many papers and things to do. The American system is kicking in with studded football boots on, and I'm feeling the blow.


After loosely planning my time around writing the many papers I have to do, I thought I was doing okay. Until I realised that on top of these papers, for every class, I'm supposed to be doing research projects, a drama performance, a community project proposal, exam revision and a poetry recital. With nothing but two long weekends in the middle of the deadlines, to prepare for it all. No month for easter to plan properly and write and think, just a headlong dive into this huge weedy pond before before the new shores of a new start and a new journey and  a new set of memories and a new lot of people to miss a new set of places, come into view. 


But, I have possibly the best location one could possibly ask for in order to tackle the dive and prepare for the pond... A house up in Blowing Rock, with my laptop, hundreds of books, and incredible views of Grandfather mountain. Now that, is why I love North Carolina. Just a couple of hours from the bubble town I live in, a few more from the beach, are the mountains. Despite the incredible tendency of the Americans to be satisfied with the one state they were born and brought up in, and have no desires to see much else (I always find mind boggling when I realise that this isn't just an inaccurate stereotype), I can partly understand their reasonings if they are from here. It does have, it seems, everything. Mountain, beach/coast, plains, rural, urban, trees, city...


I'm here with Jodie and her friend, Chip. It's his house. And the house its self is like a work of art, its just incredible. His 'mom' should have been an interior designer fo sho! It's foggy today, but hopefully tomorrow we'll have some fantastic views to do our work to. I'll put up some photos.   


The last few weeks of class are going ok, expectedly stressful but also sad. It's all coming to a close so quickly! I think I will miss the discussion side of the classes here, and the courses, I have really enjoyed the classes even though they take a lot of getting used to.... 


My medieval lecturer, [the little retired very funny lecturer from West Virginia], had a clipping from the New York times last week, it was an advert for the new film: "Camelot"

The caption below the picture of two young attractive actors clasping each other was: "Swords. Sex. Sorcery. As sexy as it is adventurous"


He was chuckling about the advert in comparison to the texts we are studying, before casually adding: "That's what they put on my course description."


That man has the whole class giggling every week.


We had our last arts desk meeting this week for the DTH! Quite sad, really. There are only a couple more papers left, but I'm going to write just as it will be my last ever article. It's not as pressured as the rest of the year, I don't think. Not that many people have the time to scrutinise the paper at this point of the year!

I had a bit of a disastrous week with the DTH before going away. My story was really hard to write on, primarily as noone would call me back, again. But this time I couldn't scrape by with 2 sources because I only had one source. And that was the girl who had written the play... See my problem? She was lovely, as most people usually have been, and seemed excited to be in the paper, so I felt bad that this only went on the blog. But out of the 5 sources she gave me, none replied to my emails. And even after extending the story a day into the next paper, still noone would speak to me. I didn't have any numbers to call, either. It was supposed to be a profile of 2 people, who I was told knew each other, but Lori said she didn't even know the name of the other guy's piece, so... the Q&A went on the blog though, so some of my efforts weren't wasted.
http://www.dailytarheel.com/index.php/blog/canvas/2011/04/a_qampa_with_lori_baldwin

Imani and I 

I also forgot to say before spring break (long time ago now...), that I ticked off one more of the quintessential American experiences that had been missing from my list: A baseball game. I went along with my mentor, and as soon as I walked into the stadium I was thrown into American movie-land once again. The games are quite long but the sun was out and we got hot dogs and stayed a while.


Anyway, back to the mountains, and the papers, 
Hope y'all are doing okay, and those at Kings are coming along well with essays! (boo)
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Journeys

Because he lived, next door a child
To see him coming often smiled,
And thought him her devoted friend
Who gladly gave her coins to spend.

Because he lived, a neighbor knew
A clump of tall delphiniums blue
And oriental poppies red
He'd given for a flower bed.

Because he lived, a man in need
Was grateful for a kindly deed
And ever after tried to be
As thoughtful and as fine as he.

Because he lived, ne'er great or proud

Or known to all the motley crowd,

A few there were whose tents were pitched

Near his who found their lives enriched.

Edgar A. Guest

After returning home for a few days I'm back in Chapel Hill, already. Once I got back it didn't really feel like I'd left, these two places just feel so utterly separate from one another that when I'm in one it is hard to imagine what is happening in the other. It was good to be home for a bit though.

I thought the words of this poem were lovely. . . 

For Sophie

When tomorrow starts without me,
And I'm not there to see,
If the sun should rise and find your eyes
all filled with tears for me,

I wish so much you wouldn't cry, the way you did today,
While thinking of the many things, we didn't get to say.

I know how much you love me,
As much as I love you,
and each time that you think of me,
I know you'll miss me too.

But when tomorrow starts without me,please try to understand,
That an angel came and called my name, and took me by the hand,
and said my place was ready,
In heaven far above,
And that I'd have to leave behind
All those I dearly love.

But as I turned to walk away, a tear fell from my eye
For all my life, I'd always thought, I didn't want to die.

I had so much to live for,
So much left yet to do,
It seemed almost impossible,
That I was leaving you.

I thought of all the yesterdays, the good ones and the bad,
I thought of all the love we shared, and all the fun we had

If I could re-live yesterday
Just even for a while,
I'd say good-bye and kiss you
And maybe see you smile.

But then I fully realised, that this could never be,
For emptiness and memories, would take the place of me.

And when I thought of worldly things,
I might miss come tomorrow,
I thought of you, and when I did,
My heart was filled with sorrow.

But when I walked through heaven's gates, I felt so much at home
When God looked down and smiled at me, from His great golden throne.

He said, "This is eternity,
And all I've promised you."
Today your life on earth is past,
But here life starts anew

I promise no tomorrow, but today will always last,
And since each day's the same way, there's no longing for the past.

You have been so faithful,
So trusting and so true.
Though there were times
You did some things
You knew you shouldn't do.

But you have been forgiven and now at last you're free.
So won't you come and take my hand, and share my life with me?

So when tomorrow starts without me,

Don't think we're far apart,

For every time you think of me,

I'm right here, in your heart.