"Those who forget history are forced to relive it, first as tragedy, then as farce."
There are people in this world who would just like to run away from certain things
in their lives. Whether, it be a person, an event that significantly
effected them, or a place that they want to get away from. There is usually motivation behind why they would want to forget and move on. People do not want to drag painful or regretful situations out. There first thought is to just remove themselves and try to forget, in order to move on from it.
When people
choose to forget who they are or leave a part of their past behind sometimes they leave stones unturned and there are still some strings attached. Without closure, these events or people tend to catch up with the people who left them behind, almost like karma in a
way. People usually end up facing what they left behind, whether it was a person or a tragedy they had moved on from. Especially if they did not have full closure. "Those who forget history are forced to relive it, first as a
tragedy, then as a farce"; In other words, people who end up facing their past for whatever reason are first saddened, destroyed, or regretful by what memories it brings back to them. However, after they have revisited and come to terms with it, they
learn from it and begin to overcome whatever it may be. They start to look at their past
in a different light, as a positive rather than a negative. For example, I've made decisions in my past especially in relationships that I thought were so great and intelligent at the time. Then I woke up one day and things had changed and my feelings had changed and I no longer thought my decisions were the right ones. I was upset and annoyed at myself at first but I couldn't beat myself up about it so I learned to just shake it off and laugh about it. Your life changes as it goes on and a lot of the times your feelings change along with life. Just because your feelings down about something doesn't mean that it wont get better or you can't learn to live with it.
This is where the farce comes in. For example, if
the event someone has chose to forget is embarrassing, they're
ashamed or they regret it for a while, but not long after that they begin to get over it
and learn to laugh at themselves. Over time one learns to live with
their past and learn from the mistakes they have made. One way to make yourself come to terms with something is to find the positive int it, laugh about it, and forget the negativity and the bad feelings.
Reliving a part
of your own personal history is kind of a way of finding oneself. Someone could go through
all their life experiences and figure out how they've been affected and how they felt during certain situations. This would allow one to become
more aware of the type of person they are, what they like and what they
don't, how much they can handle before they break, etc. As stated
before, once one is more familiar with who they are, the easier it is to
look back on their history. They can look back and laugh and know that all those
experiences were what made them who they are today.
Friday, December 7, 2012
Thursday, December 6, 2012
Week 14 #2
She was happy. Finally content with her life and her relationship. This time she thought they were going to make it. It was the best she'd felt about them in a very long time. She was content in her daily routine. They were both working, and seeing each other when they had time. She gave him space to breathe and he did the same for her. It made their time together so much better. He was slowly regaining her trust and her heart. This was good for them, she thought.
She was angry. Everything was supposed to be better now. Why had it not worked? What did she do to deserve this? How can someone that she did every thing for and gave everything to do this to her? She asked herself all of these questions over and over again. It killed her that it had to end this way. She would've wanted things to work, but he made it impossible. She could forgive him but there was only so much she could forget, and she had definitely surpassed that limit.
She was sad. She was only sad for a little while. It was mostly the loneliness. The change from talking to someone all day every day to not at all was big. She wished he could still be in her life but he couldn't, he didn't deserve to and she knew that. It still ran through her head every day; how could he do this to her. They could have been happy. She wanted answers.
She was excited. There was a new boy in her life. She had met him before but under different circumstances. He treated her well, made her feel special, told her they could be together. She finally had something to look forward to everyday. She felt like things were looking up.
She was angry. The new boy in her life changed his mind. He fell for her told her how much he liked her, and made her fall for him just as hard. He got an internship out of state and didn't think they could keep seeing each other. He wanted to end things now so he wouldn't have to then. She was confused; why couldn't they still try? Why didn't he have any faith in them lasting. She wasn't sad about it because they weren't too attached, but she was most definitely mad. Mad about the wasted time and that she rushed into something she thought was solid, when it turned out not to be.
Things had changed for her in so many ways. She isn't completely happy but she's getting used to her new solo life-style. She is confused, sad, and angry, but she still manages to smile.
She was angry. Everything was supposed to be better now. Why had it not worked? What did she do to deserve this? How can someone that she did every thing for and gave everything to do this to her? She asked herself all of these questions over and over again. It killed her that it had to end this way. She would've wanted things to work, but he made it impossible. She could forgive him but there was only so much she could forget, and she had definitely surpassed that limit.
She was sad. She was only sad for a little while. It was mostly the loneliness. The change from talking to someone all day every day to not at all was big. She wished he could still be in her life but he couldn't, he didn't deserve to and she knew that. It still ran through her head every day; how could he do this to her. They could have been happy. She wanted answers.
She was excited. There was a new boy in her life. She had met him before but under different circumstances. He treated her well, made her feel special, told her they could be together. She finally had something to look forward to everyday. She felt like things were looking up.
She was angry. The new boy in her life changed his mind. He fell for her told her how much he liked her, and made her fall for him just as hard. He got an internship out of state and didn't think they could keep seeing each other. He wanted to end things now so he wouldn't have to then. She was confused; why couldn't they still try? Why didn't he have any faith in them lasting. She wasn't sad about it because they weren't too attached, but she was most definitely mad. Mad about the wasted time and that she rushed into something she thought was solid, when it turned out not to be.
Things had changed for her in so many ways. She isn't completely happy but she's getting used to her new solo life-style. She is confused, sad, and angry, but she still manages to smile.
Tuesday, December 4, 2012
Week 14 #1
She finally decides to wake up after pressing snooze on her alarm at least 5 times. She knows she needs to hurry but instead, breakfast calls her name. Eggs and toast it is! She prepares her coffee and travel mug and starts the up the Mr. Coffee. Time to shower!
She gets dressed, brushes her hair and teeth, typical morning routine. Next step is the makeup and hair do. After she's done she rushes to gather her notebook and folder for her Tuesday classes. She has Audiology first on these days and her teacher is always late. That gives her at least an extra ten minutes to fix her coffee and do any last minute things before she leaves.
The drive to school takes about 3 minutes. She parks the car towards the far end of the parking lot. It is 9:40, he class starts at 9:30am. She'll probably be fine because her teacher is always 15 minutes late but she's never been this behind. So, she hustles in the direction of her class in hopes that she'll beat her teacher. She does, by about 3 minutes; either way she was successful.
Sitting in class she drifts away to another world. The daydreams are coming in thick, if they go any further she might just slip into a dream. But she can't, she can't fall asleep in class. "Pay attention!" she tells herself. She flips through her phone, check her email, plays with some apps, anything to fight the tired feeling, but she still isn't paying attention.
Two and a half hours later she finds herself walking out of class. She had paid some attention and taken notes, but they weren't as good as they could have been. She tells herself she'll make up for it when she studies later on. Pushing class to the back of her mind he hurries back to her car because it is too cold to doddle. Two minutes go by and she's back at her apartment; home sweet home. Lack of sleep, mounds of homework, and a comfy couch in front of her. She wonders if she'll be more productive than in class.
She gets dressed, brushes her hair and teeth, typical morning routine. Next step is the makeup and hair do. After she's done she rushes to gather her notebook and folder for her Tuesday classes. She has Audiology first on these days and her teacher is always late. That gives her at least an extra ten minutes to fix her coffee and do any last minute things before she leaves.
The drive to school takes about 3 minutes. She parks the car towards the far end of the parking lot. It is 9:40, he class starts at 9:30am. She'll probably be fine because her teacher is always 15 minutes late but she's never been this behind. So, she hustles in the direction of her class in hopes that she'll beat her teacher. She does, by about 3 minutes; either way she was successful.
Sitting in class she drifts away to another world. The daydreams are coming in thick, if they go any further she might just slip into a dream. But she can't, she can't fall asleep in class. "Pay attention!" she tells herself. She flips through her phone, check her email, plays with some apps, anything to fight the tired feeling, but she still isn't paying attention.
Two and a half hours later she finds herself walking out of class. She had paid some attention and taken notes, but they weren't as good as they could have been. She tells herself she'll make up for it when she studies later on. Pushing class to the back of her mind he hurries back to her car because it is too cold to doddle. Two minutes go by and she's back at her apartment; home sweet home. Lack of sleep, mounds of homework, and a comfy couch in front of her. She wonders if she'll be more productive than in class.
Week 13 Theme
Alpine skiing is downhill snow skiing. It involves having two skis, both attached to the front and back of your foot. This is different than Nordic (cross-country) skiing, where one would have the heel free and only the toe of their boot attached to the ski. Skiing has been around for thousands of years, but downhill skiing only became popular in the late 1800's. This new fascination with the "alpine" skiing got it's start in the European Alps. Now a days skiing is a popular sport and past time during the winter months. There are many Ski resorts and areas around the US, including a few great ones in Maine!
A few of the bigger resorts in Maine are Sugarloaf, Sunday River,Saddleback and Shawnee Peak. They all offer a variety of trails ranging from black diamonds and free terrain for the more experienced, to bunny hills for the beginners. They also offer mountainside lodging and rentals so people can come and stay for extended trips. Each one has a main lodge that includes dinging areas, restuarants or small snack shacks, rental shops, waxing and sharpening areas, locker rooms, and more. One can enjoy a full day out on the mountain and is able to come inside to all the amenities these resorts have to offer. It is a very relaxed and fun environment.
I personally enjoy skiing very much and I look forward to it each and every year. My favorite place to go is Shawnee Peak however, I do like trying out other ski areas as well. I know that mountain like the back of my hand and even though it's not the biggest I still choose to go there. It is where I've done the majority of my skiing. I started going there when I was in 7th grade with the middle school ski club and have continued skiing there ever since. Although I've been going to Shawnee Peak for many years I got my start at another mountain, King Pine when I was in 6th grade.
Starting ski club when I was younger was the greatest idea. My parent's encouraged me to do it and I ended up falling in love. I was a "natural" I guess you could say and picked it up right from the get-go. I loved the rush I got from cruising down the mountain in the crisp, cold air. It was refreshing, energizing, thrilling, and so much more. I used it as a relief from the outside world, when I was on the mountain it was just me and the snow, nothing else; I had no worries, no problems, I just cleared my head. It was fun, it was like I didn't have to think much about what I was doing once I got the hang of it. It didn't feel like I was exercising or exerting myself, although I liked that it was challenging at times, I never found it hard.
Here I am today, I junior in college. A pair of K2 skis, Noridca boots, hats and mittens, all packed up with odds and ends in a big duffel bag. Going to hit the slopes for the day at Sugarloaf with my friends and family. The excitement is killing me, I cannot wait to ride right to the top and do my first run. I love the feeling when I first ski off the chair lift, pick a trail, and just start going like it all just came rushing back to me. Just like I had said before, It's more of a release for me, I don't have to think about it. I just go.
A few of the bigger resorts in Maine are Sugarloaf, Sunday River,Saddleback and Shawnee Peak. They all offer a variety of trails ranging from black diamonds and free terrain for the more experienced, to bunny hills for the beginners. They also offer mountainside lodging and rentals so people can come and stay for extended trips. Each one has a main lodge that includes dinging areas, restuarants or small snack shacks, rental shops, waxing and sharpening areas, locker rooms, and more. One can enjoy a full day out on the mountain and is able to come inside to all the amenities these resorts have to offer. It is a very relaxed and fun environment.
I personally enjoy skiing very much and I look forward to it each and every year. My favorite place to go is Shawnee Peak however, I do like trying out other ski areas as well. I know that mountain like the back of my hand and even though it's not the biggest I still choose to go there. It is where I've done the majority of my skiing. I started going there when I was in 7th grade with the middle school ski club and have continued skiing there ever since. Although I've been going to Shawnee Peak for many years I got my start at another mountain, King Pine when I was in 6th grade.
Starting ski club when I was younger was the greatest idea. My parent's encouraged me to do it and I ended up falling in love. I was a "natural" I guess you could say and picked it up right from the get-go. I loved the rush I got from cruising down the mountain in the crisp, cold air. It was refreshing, energizing, thrilling, and so much more. I used it as a relief from the outside world, when I was on the mountain it was just me and the snow, nothing else; I had no worries, no problems, I just cleared my head. It was fun, it was like I didn't have to think much about what I was doing once I got the hang of it. It didn't feel like I was exercising or exerting myself, although I liked that it was challenging at times, I never found it hard.
Here I am today, I junior in college. A pair of K2 skis, Noridca boots, hats and mittens, all packed up with odds and ends in a big duffel bag. Going to hit the slopes for the day at Sugarloaf with my friends and family. The excitement is killing me, I cannot wait to ride right to the top and do my first run. I love the feeling when I first ski off the chair lift, pick a trail, and just start going like it all just came rushing back to me. Just like I had said before, It's more of a release for me, I don't have to think about it. I just go.
Monday, December 3, 2012
Week 12 theme
We were out to eat at Kosta's for lunch just laughing and talking, catching up on the little things. We were discussing our plans for the rest of the day and how we were going to spend it.
"I really want to go ice skating!" Kelsey said.
"Oh my gosh, I do too! It's been so long since I've gone!" I replied.
"I can't believe it's time for that already! and the fact that it's almost Christmas, holy crap!"
"Speaking of Christmas, we should go across the street and do a little gift shopping after we eat!"
"Yeah, that sounds like a good idea. Where would you want to go?"
"Well, Mard--..."
Just as I was about to tell her where I wanted to go Christmas shopping I was interrupted by our waitress. We had already ordered and finished our food so we assumed she was just coming over to give us the check.
She asks out quite loudly, "Would you folks like any divorce?!" *Pause* "... Ah I mean dessert!"
"Divorce?! No thank you." My friend chimes in and calls her out on her mistake.
Kelsey and I just stared at each other in confusion. It was one of those "Did that really just happen?" kind of moments. After a few seconds of recuperation, we told the waitress we would just like our check and no dessert. She started back towards the kitchen. As she walked away Kelsey and I changed from blank expressions to laughing and giggling out loud. It wasn't that we were making fun of her exactly, we were laughing "with her" not a her. It was just that dessert and divorce really don't sound that much alike and it was slightly funny that divorce was on her mind. The situation was awkward especially because there was other people around that heard what she had said. We just had to laugh because it made it less uncomfortable.
"I really want to go ice skating!" Kelsey said.
"Oh my gosh, I do too! It's been so long since I've gone!" I replied.
"I can't believe it's time for that already! and the fact that it's almost Christmas, holy crap!"
"Speaking of Christmas, we should go across the street and do a little gift shopping after we eat!"
"Yeah, that sounds like a good idea. Where would you want to go?"
"Well, Mard--..."
Just as I was about to tell her where I wanted to go Christmas shopping I was interrupted by our waitress. We had already ordered and finished our food so we assumed she was just coming over to give us the check.
She asks out quite loudly, "Would you folks like any divorce?!" *Pause* "... Ah I mean dessert!"
"Divorce?! No thank you." My friend chimes in and calls her out on her mistake.
Kelsey and I just stared at each other in confusion. It was one of those "Did that really just happen?" kind of moments. After a few seconds of recuperation, we told the waitress we would just like our check and no dessert. She started back towards the kitchen. As she walked away Kelsey and I changed from blank expressions to laughing and giggling out loud. It wasn't that we were making fun of her exactly, we were laughing "with her" not a her. It was just that dessert and divorce really don't sound that much alike and it was slightly funny that divorce was on her mind. The situation was awkward especially because there was other people around that heard what she had said. We just had to laugh because it made it less uncomfortable.
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