Wes’s Life

Hmm, walk­ing out of the bath­room this seemed like a fan­tas­tic idea. So fan­tas­tic in fact, that I might do it on a monthly basis!

Well, a year ago I was start­ing my first semes­ter as a Busi­ness Infor­ma­tion Tech­nol­ogy major. I was work­ing duti­fully on my var­i­ous require­ments: Account­ing, Busi­ness Stats, etc. I was prob­a­bly still sweat­ing the switch to Busi­ness: the feel­ing that I may be desert­ing my “friends” or leav­ing it “all” behind. I now know that I did the right thing: I’m much hap­pier, much more sane and actu­ally enjoy­ing col­lege.

It was my second semes­ter in my apart­ment, and I was still loving it (still do!). I can’t stress nearly enough that you will be more sane and like col­lege a heck of a lot more when you have a nice clean common area, a nearby kitchen, a bath­room that is typ­i­cally clean (if not, you know who to blame) and a room all to your­self!

I was break­ing up with a girl who couldn’t hold a candle to my girl­friend. Why was I with her you ask? I’m not entirely sure. In hind­sight, I should have never started any­thing. Then again, had I not been with her, I would have never broken up with her. In turn, I might have never met my girl­friend. I went swing danc­ing that one par­tic­u­lar night because I was lonely and bored, and it just so hap­pened that I would meet some­one that night that would change my life.

Also, on this par­tic­u­lar day a year ago, I put up a poem that I truly enjoy. The name was Des­o­la­tion, which to most would sound fairly depress­ing and emo­tional. How­ever, it was more about an image that sticks in my mind of a destroyed beach. To me there is no scene more beau­ti­ful that a dec­i­mated old beach-​front bar, or maybe it was just a col­or­ful wooden shack, I’m not sure. The sun is set­ting, making the whole thing a soft amber. A for­merly creme col­ored boat has washed up onto the shore and it’s miss­ing chunks here and there. For some reason, that’s my random idea of beauty.