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What Life is Like in the NC
Jun. 29th, 2009 11:27 amAlright, how do I go about this? Two main impressions: Everything on campus is brick.
The sidewalks
The buildings
And even the ditches
(Oh, I figured out how to post pictures!)
Also, the trees are huge, comparatively. In Oklahoma, we're lucky to get thirty-five feet tall anything. Here, on the other hand, everything seems to grow ridiculously high:
The oaks
The pines
The magnolias (dear goodness, the magnolias)
At least the lamp posts are normal size, yeah?
I'm slowly getting used to the whole "all music, all the time" atmosphere. Apparently, my subconscious is way ahead of the rest of me in that department because I dreamed up a melody last night while trying to go to bed. There was this lady who was complaining to a man, and as her voice went higher it turned into music, and I couldn't help but write it down. I'm calling it The Lament or Complaint, haven't decided yet. I played it on my violin today, and figured out a harmony to the last half. I don't know what I'm going to do with it overall, but I want it to blossom and grow into a real song. Ever since I took Music Theory I've been interested in composition, but I'm not a big self-starter most of the time. Having a melody come to me in my sleep is quite welcome.
Besides taking photos, I've been hanging out a good bit with the people who live in my hall. As in Vienna (but this is way better), I'm working really hard at remembering names. We have Natalie, Rachel, Robin, and Kaila (say kyla). There is also Yi-Fang (say e-fon), the oldest of the students here (22 years and older than Natalie by a month) whom I met yesterday. A good few of the students here are from Asia, which makes a certain amount of sense. I'm quite interested in the cultural diversity around me. Sometimes I feel a bit racist for even noticing the differences, but that doesn't make sense. I cannot help but see that a person has a different ethnicity, nor can I completely forget the stereotypes that are so very embedded in our culture, but I can decide to treat every person as a person. And that is what I do.
Now, I need to go and get a cold pack from the nurse. My left thumb joint is not taking kindly to being used after I took such a long break. It doesn't hurt horribly, but preventative medicine is the best thing for it.
Until next time,
Greene
The sidewalks
The buildings
And even the ditches
(Oh, I figured out how to post pictures!)
Also, the trees are huge, comparatively. In Oklahoma, we're lucky to get thirty-five feet tall anything. Here, on the other hand, everything seems to grow ridiculously high:
The oaks
The pines
The magnolias (dear goodness, the magnolias)
At least the lamp posts are normal size, yeah?
I'm slowly getting used to the whole "all music, all the time" atmosphere. Apparently, my subconscious is way ahead of the rest of me in that department because I dreamed up a melody last night while trying to go to bed. There was this lady who was complaining to a man, and as her voice went higher it turned into music, and I couldn't help but write it down. I'm calling it The Lament or Complaint, haven't decided yet. I played it on my violin today, and figured out a harmony to the last half. I don't know what I'm going to do with it overall, but I want it to blossom and grow into a real song. Ever since I took Music Theory I've been interested in composition, but I'm not a big self-starter most of the time. Having a melody come to me in my sleep is quite welcome.
Besides taking photos, I've been hanging out a good bit with the people who live in my hall. As in Vienna (but this is way better), I'm working really hard at remembering names. We have Natalie, Rachel, Robin, and Kaila (say kyla). There is also Yi-Fang (say e-fon), the oldest of the students here (22 years and older than Natalie by a month) whom I met yesterday. A good few of the students here are from Asia, which makes a certain amount of sense. I'm quite interested in the cultural diversity around me. Sometimes I feel a bit racist for even noticing the differences, but that doesn't make sense. I cannot help but see that a person has a different ethnicity, nor can I completely forget the stereotypes that are so very embedded in our culture, but I can decide to treat every person as a person. And that is what I do.
Now, I need to go and get a cold pack from the nurse. My left thumb joint is not taking kindly to being used after I took such a long break. It doesn't hurt horribly, but preventative medicine is the best thing for it.
Until next time,
Greene
