I enjoyed the carrie mae weems exhibit-the extremely apparent bitterness and hate that she held in her artwork, however, brought me to tears at one point. what I really wish Weems could have captured a little more of this sense of hope found in this photograph above and integrated it throughout.

read as many books as I can

make A’s

visit my sister over spring break

write a letter every week

develop a political stance (because I am mad at myself that I didn’t vote this past november)

sew more

find a job

and have lots of adventures.

kissy kissy

I tread through the water, the mire, and the waves,

I am in just half way,

my head is not drowning,

and slowly I am making my way to even land.

I pass many rocks along the way and

have to meander my way around them-making sure-

I am slow and sure of my footing.

The journey is the best part, they say.

Live in the present and learn (it is easy to say this) but

in the moment it is hardly simple.

Still, the endeavor looks unpromising.

and I try not to look to my far away finish, with weakness and a frail heart.

But, just in time,

my eyes rise up from the rough current, and

I see the smooth and steady and sure that was always right beside me.

I begin to hope and forget to be afraid.

take hold of his hand,

                                And we walk through the waters together

This has been my life this finals week.

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Best night ever!

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