As many of you know... I am now a full-time student at the University of North Carolina Asheville- studying an assortment of things currently, and still undecided of a major. A few days ago, I decided to venture out before class and give my camera some loving- simply because I felt I had neglected the poor thing, and Asheville is a much deserved object of photographs. Anyway, after snapping a few photos on campus, I took a seat on a park bench near my class (titled Creative Listening, which is as awesome as it sounds, so far). While sitting there, I felt an overwhelming sense to write...
yet another thing I have neglected to do lately.
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| A crab apple tree near Lipinksy Hall, UNCA. |
This is what I wrote on the lovely sun-filled day of August 23, 2013...
I find college to be such a funny place. Among all the athletes and gamers, I can't seem to find the "category" that includes... me. Not that it matters at all- because, unlike mandatory high school classes and activities, college is paid for by my loving and caring parents- meaning it really doesn't matter what I am here.
Although I have seemed to make acquaintances and I've completed 2 math quizzes (both with turned out to be 100s, go me!)... I have come to discover, that regardless of where you come from, or who you think you might be (that is, before you come to college)... you are not that person and you are no one.
To add to that... I want to reiterate that here, in Asheville, NC... I don't feel like it's necessarily a bad thing that here I seem to be know one. It's actually kind of a blessing... You see, back home- lovely Burlington, NC- I am a short walk from Harris Teeter, Walgreens, Tj Maxx... Less than a five minute drive from Target, Yozone... I have my own bathroom, with a tub, and a shower large enough to shave my legs without doing "yoga with a razor blade" (quoted from this awesome girl in my psychology class). At home, I have a good sized back yard, with a cute dog, and two cats that hunt too much. Anyway- before I get too far... I must explain why I am going into detail with this... Here at Asheville, I am carless. I am a freshman, confused with how to have 5 classes, on different days and do homework and understand and study ALL of them. I'm not knowledgable with directions, couldn't tell you how many stairs I've walked... And I'm quite frankly no one- at least to my current surroundings.
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| The side of Phillips Hall, UNCA |
The delightful part of this... Is whether I want to or not, I am being a part of someone... Someone who has picked a nice college to start a career at. I am being a part of Lipinksy Hall, where I sit in room 044 and converse with a nice group of individuals about music and how we listen, and how we can listen if we let ourselves. I am becoming a part of this campus... Leaving my blueprint with each footstep I take to class, from class, and around. I am becoming, the freshman on the bus to downtown, with red lips and a leather satchel... Not sure where I'm going, not sure how I'll get back- but completely content with that. I am not no one- I am part of the psychology notes, and homework- along with the listening activities I've been doing, and even better the beginning of a interesting history book I've begun.
Needless to say, although I may feel like no one at this point of my journey, it has become a new idea to me that I am still Madelyn Scott Hill- or Scottie- and I am becoming more of someone with Asheville as a part.
So, as I continue creating myself, and taking chances, making mistakes... Making art, and decorating the bathroom... I want to share these times with you guys.
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| Crabapple Tree near Lipinsky Hall, UNCA |
For now-
S.Hill
