A Child From Eden

Here is a good story:

Once upon a time, although not too long ago, a young man wrote a (dare I say, awesome!) blog post about his experience with a wonderful lightning storm. He was shirtless and didn't have a care in the world. He sang hymns as the pouring rain drenched his hair and skin. However, writing his post by candle light, he couldn't post on his blog because the power was knocked out! Since computers hate the young man from time time, the completely finished post did not save and was lost forever. 

THE END.

Cool story no? Good rising and falling action, and that climax WOW! What a thriller!! 

So. . . . I've started college! I'm taking a sign class (which is getting more and more difficult to wake up for as the days progress on) and my teacher is most defiantly deaf! Today she asked me where one would find an ATM I understood the question but not sure why she was asking me in the middle of class. I told her I didn't know. The answer she was looking for was a bank, not the literal location of the closest Automated Teller Machine, which is in the Sorensen Center by the way! 

My schedule also includes: mission prep (WITH PRESIDENT TOONE!!!), stagecraft (pretty much the same class I took in 8th grade but still interesting) Racquetball- so I can school Robert, and a speed reading class! I still need one more credit though to fulfill my scholarship requirements! I'm screwed.

I have made a goal to get in shape since starting college, and apparently I'm doing the typical new years resolution thing- failing the first week and telling myself I'm going to hit it hard on week 2! BUT I am taking the stairs and not the elevators- which is good for me because throughout the day I go up and down at least 36 floors, literally! Needless to say by fall break my calves will rock Farr's world!!

Also- lost my keys today, but found them after walking the entire campus twice!! and my debit card got declined, why you ask? because The Bloody Junction Market didn't have enough money in their account! What was I trying to buy when it got declined? A workbook for my speed reading class that costs $3.45- only had $3 on me, so for my first time, the cashier had to spot me money. Dirty.

Question- how does one meet people at college? How does one meet cute girls in college? Where does everyone go? why am I not there? I'm simply lost in the wilderness on this one!!

oh didn't you hear that one hearing boy is at the university now!

Pacate Prospective Perhaps? or just an alliteration?

Consisting of a pool table, playing cards, and a short appearance at the hospital it was a day of adventure and a day of relaxation.

Walking forward, I pass a Gas-And-Go onto a sidewalk littered with normal sidewalk-like things: candy wrapper, blackened gum, dust, and an industrial floormat. I enter. Unknown of what will come, unknown of who will be there, unknown- and yet I enter. The aroma of coffee swirls through my nostrils, foreign and yet so familiar to a young Mormon Boy. Splitting a passion fruit Italian soda amongst ourselves, we sit at round table built for four. Six eyes scan the room, no faces are familiar for my two, but thats what I hoped.

Just a small group tonight or so is conveyed, for all is new. Thoughts of A Goofy Movie an Friends episodes enter my mind. The microphone is tapped to check for sound.

THUMP

THUMP

THUMP. . .

She doesn't know how to adjust the volume but invites anyone who can to please raise the levels. A bilingual boy stands and walks toward the amplifyer. She begins.

Trickling, they stand, read, recite, and convey. I heard and listened.

The night comes to a close and we speak with the founder. A handsome man of 25, tan, sharp jaw, and hair resembling my own. We speak and agree that someday I will stand and convey a message, but instead of using words I will use my hands, as a hearing boy who knows some Sign.

Exit.

My thinking has changed; Influenced from the minds of those who understand differntly. What once was simple is still simple, but now I think using different filters.

just that one hearing boy enlightened by thursday night poetry.

Attempting to Blog Via Error

Typing. CLICK. CLICK. CLICK. CLICK. The sound of an onomatopoeia on my new laptop, freshly unwrapped from the campus bookstore. A young man still discovering who he is and who he wants to become. . . . what an interesting time this is indeed. . . . .

As I begin this blog, thoughts of Julie and Julia flash through my head like similes in a poorly written compare-contrast essay. I can not help but wonder, down the road will this blog fall as yet another forgotten project pushed aside because its simply not my thing, or will it become me?- will this blog shift my way of thinking entirely? will this lead me down a road of journalism?- Will I become the next Anderson Cooper, Margaret Fuller, or A.J. Benza? Maybe this blog will alter the world entirely, as if I were Locke or Demothonese- but for now Andrew Wiggin is yet to be born and I have no care whatsoever.

Its interesting, isn't it? The shift between adolescence and adulthood? It can be a frightening time although most of us are to proud or under an illusion to admit it, but experience is the teacher of all things. Although we may conceptualize how we may respond to change, we can not know for sure until we are thrust into it. So as I sit here on a Wednesday evening I ask myself "how am I responding to this change?" however, I will not tell you my response to the question, wether good or bad, is personal and not something easily thrown into the cloud. So for now I sit, I ponder, and I type until my heart and mind are content. 

Up to this point I have said nothing of importance. only cheap words backed by nothing but what all good writers would consider "fluff." So now what? Where will this young man lead you next? on a thrilling car chase? To a place with days of adventure and nights full of passion? 

No. 

Simply no.

It is not my job nor my desire to entertain you with tales.

If it is truth you are looking for then I shall tell you honestly, I don't know what to do! I'm bored. Without challenge. And quite frankly I don't know anybody! Although I'm no where near a point of egoistic climax (or anomic for that matter) I simply do not know where I stand. No longer tied to my high school and classmates but that void has yet to be filled. Please do not misunderstand, I love my life, I'm grateful, and been given privileges most do not receive! Now is the time where I leave something which was fun while it lasted and progress onward- I may not have map into the darkness but someone is on the other side holding a glowstick, who this person is I'm not sure- where the metaphor is going, again, not sure. 

To sum up my life:

• thankful high school is finished
• thankful I've been given so many advantages 
• anxious because I have no clue what I'm doing- but when have I ever?
• ready for college
• ready to give my soul to a new director, after all I am a Theatre Major
• ready to continue learning 
• stoked to progress in American Sign Language
• and hopefully being molded to become the man God needs me to be

my name is Christian Jolley, I'm a college freshman, and I'm that one hearing boy.