Start of Something New-HSM!

I’m back in W-town!

And I’ve realized something, I feel the best things to write about generally happen here, maybe it’s because this is where I am most of the time, or maybe it’s the fact that nothing even remotely interesting ever happens here, so WHEN something remotely interesting DOES happen, it’s kind of a culture shock, and is perfect incentive for blog-writing!

Now, with the new semester starting that means new beginnings, a new Marissa, new goals and a total life change right?

No, that is not what that means, personally I think the obsession with ringing in the new year is ridiculous, I like MAKING lists, but when, on any other day of the year, do I like DOING the list? NEVER! So why start now!?

This New Year, I solemnly vow to NOT make, or DO, any inane resolutions.

However, with the start of a new year means the start of my second semester in college; aka new classes and more importantly SYLLABUS WEEK!

If you don’t know what syllabus week is, it’s one of the greatest things to ever happen. EVER. Period, no doubt about it! You go to class, and they hand you a paper and then start talking, you really don’t even need to listen if you don’t want to… (I do, I’m not that bad of a student) But syllabus week is basically student language for NO HOMEWORK!

And often times SHORTENED CLASSES!

Now, when signing up for new classes have you ever had one of those brilliant moments where you see a class and just know that’s where you belong? I had one of these moments and it looked something like this:

Bowling 220

And just like that I was enrolled.

Now class started monday in good ol’ WSC, I met with a friend of mine before the aforementioned course of learning. And I distinctly recall saying “this had better not take more than 20 minutes” 

I jinxed it.

Right then and there.

Technically the class is for an hour and 40 minutes, but that’s because we’ll actually BE bowling , however you don’t DO things on syllabus day, so I feel I was completely justified in thinking 20 minutes would be perfect. However the class lasted…

An hour…

And thirty-seven minutes.

AN HOUR AND THIRTY-SEVEN MINUTES.

I had no idea all the logistics that went into the game of bowling, and my gosh, I realize now I didn’t want to…but a lesson was learned in this seminar of a class on day one of the semester. And that lesson is on judgment.

You see, as I was sitting in this class I found it laughable how intense and passionate the speaker was for bowling, how it was a sport and an art.  But then I realized that this is something that’s important to this person, and I might not find it particularly great, or dare I say it, cool. But it’s important to HIM, so I need to respect it.

It was actually quite a humbling experience in Bowling 220, and it gave me a good hard look at myself, and into my past of things I’ve found great; so I came up with something for everyone to know about me, that when I look back on it, I feel great embarrassment--mingled with a strange sense of awesome.

I used to roller-figure skate.

For like a year.

Now, let me explain, YES it’s a thing, and NO it didn’t die with the 90’s. And YES I’m serious. (sadly no photo proof is available at this time)

Roller-Figure Skating was in fact a pretty big sport for the spans of the 90’s decade, and I brought it back in the 00’s. Boo to the yea. I had my own little velvet black tu-tu, skates, and stirrup tights. I did figure eights, and at the end of my skating career could do a full leap and spin. (This may sound impressive but I got about 3 whole inches of air in those leaps) I would come home with new bruises everyday, I may look similar to a graceful super model now, but back then I appeared to be related to some type of klutzy sloth. I was horrible, but very proud.

And to this day, I can say I think it was pretty awesome, we all have our quirks, our funny habits, and things that make us tick; that’s what makes us human.

What I learned on the first day of Bowling 220 wasn't only what the crap a flare on a bowling ball is, but also that those ticks each of us have are normal, and a pretty amazing part of life.