Showing posts from March, 2013

The Chronicles of Naked Neighbor

You've all heard of Naked Neighbor and his particular penchant for standing in his doorway, at least partially in the buff, shaving his face.  He seems to shave rather frequently, so whenever I come home and he's in the doorway I make sure to say "hello" while maintaining constant eye contact, because while I am absolutely certain that Naked Neighbor is shirtless, I don't want to be verify the rest of his wardrobe.  This happens at least two or three times a week.  I figure it adds some measure of weirdly terrible excitement to what could easily become mundane.

When I am home on the weekends, I leave my front door open.  There's no screen, but the bugs don't really seem to come in (I am attributing this to altitude and windiness).  It brings me a deep sense of satisfaction and calm to be sitting at my kitchen table studying and to look up at the ocean.  There is no real downside to leaving the door open except for how loud everything is.  People drive by…

No Man is an Island

There are about one hundred of us and we spend about 8 hours a day with each other 5 days a week.  Between us, a lot of life happens.  It seems like by the time we hit the half-way mark every semester there has been entirely too much going on.  Sometimes as I hear myself telling people back home the day-to-day happenings here, and it doesn't even sound real to me.

We've had family members born and family members die.  We've had classmates struck down with sudden illness and we've had classmates wiped out by stress and exhaustion. Yet, we've seen people come together to form lasting relationships amongst all of this.  At the end of the day, that's what gets us all through: we rely on each other.

It shakes me up sometimes, how many big and scary and sometimes wonderful things happen here.  This is my real life.  These people are MY PEOPLE.  And the big things that are happening to them are just as likely to happen to me and that is terrifying.  But I breathe and …