Let it Rock!

Today is the first day of classes, and really as sad as I am to see all the great times I enjoyed during summer break drift away, I must only look forward to the greatness of the year still to come. I have a relative academic goal in mind, a genuinely positive attitude, and a place to call home that is perfect for getting the job done. I will have to push my limits in comfort zone as I seek out opportunities to gain experience in the New Media Communications area of study – but I think I’m up to it. Ready or not, here I come.

Stuff… I haz it!

Yesterday was the big move-out day at Oregon State University. I thought Thursday would have been busier with parents loading up their student’s belongings – but in fact Friday was the killer. It really felt similar to the move-in day back on September 21st, 2008 except, perhaps, with a little more pain involved.

I have too much stuff – I realize it now. I thought I just had a few drawers here at home that needed sorting… but no! Bringing everything home from school, I have bags of stuff lined up along my bedroom wall, waiting to be put away. I have no space for it! I’m pulling things already in my room for the garage sale we will be having in the summer. I am up to my eyeballs in frustration with sorting through old and new things and meanwhile trying to put and setup other items.

My daily gripe… Now you haz it!

Wilsonville High School + Doernbecher

Via a posting on Facebook within the past couple of days, I discovered that Wilsonville High School raised nearly $4000 for Doernbecher! That is amazing… and a new record! The previous bar was set last year (my senior year) at around $2500. What contributed to the spike in money raised? Edward Johnathon Walls. He is such an inspiration to so many people, and his passing being so recent, the feelings were still fresh in the hearts of staff and students. It is my belief this is what caused the great increase in contributions. I really wish I was there to have witnessed something so remarkable happen. What I do know is that, for perhaps the rest of my life, I will never think of Doernbecher Children’s Hospital the same way. Before, in my mind, it was only some building – some structure that just takes care of youths with cancer. But with the heartfelt feelings over John’s passing away, and the fact that he was a victim of cancer, I will always remember him when I hear or see the word Doernbecher or cancer. I will also consider all the other teens, children, parents and siblings going through the same emotional rollercoaster. Sometimes I think that we as a society consider sickness and disease another world, and we selectively turn our heads and leave it in the shadows because it doesn’t affect us. What a shame. I was truly touched by John’s life, and I will never have the same mindset again.