I have been sitting here trying to figure out what is to go with the blog prompt for this week, but wow, it is just not happening. I just keep thinking about everything else. I want to travel. It seems that that is what this class has brought out in me so far. We keep talking about Billoxi, and the funny part is that I knew someone who was down there at that time. Actually a group of people who were visiting a couple of people who they work with and live there. They were, for the week prior, in Alabama, which was actually another place that we had talked about. And this week they will be down in New Orleans. I want to go to those places too. They are actually also building homes. Its quite amazing that I can connect so much of what we have talked about just to this small group of people (who are actually part of a very very large group of people but most don't realise that part).
(The show is the season finale and will air in May if you want to watch the New Orleans episode. This date is for when they will be revealing the family. The building starts the next day.)
Then I was watching Extreme Makeover: Home Edition(which i rarely watch) tonight and they were in Virginia with a man from the army and his family. They had a bunch of civil war stuff. When I went to Gettysburg, I got to see a lot of that stuff which is what got me interested in history(my other major). Going to museums here is all well and good, but I would love to be able to actually visit the sites of these things. Minnesota only has so much to offer in these areas as well. The closest I get to come to any of this is Habitat for Humanity, yet for some reason I've still failed to join up. My plans were always to go to the Habitat for Humanity meetings, then over to the College Republicans, but I can never get down to school on Wednesdays so its difficult for me to learn about the events.
And now I realise, I'm just like so many people that I don't like. I Make Excuses. I should just go out and do these things rather than deciding why I'm "too busy" or "unable to" go. I feel inspired by reading or watching things that are building to help people, but I can never force myself to get out there and join in. I greatly admire Jimmy Carter for bringing so much attention to this whole feild. Then now with Ty Pennington. I respect celebrities for this, but its the people like us who need to continue it. I think I respect the people who are down there now, like James, more than the celebrities. They seem to have devoted their lives (currently) to helping other people. We need to get out there and do the same thing. I'd rather travel to some place like that to help, but I know I could do just as much good around here. We need to focus on our own backyards as much as major trouble spots around the country or world.
(That's President Bush if you can't tell)
And yet, what am I doing for spring break? I'm going to Mexico to party. I will probably be sitting on the beach or out in the water surfing. (I'm very excited for surfing.) But really, my one break, my one travel, and I'm going to Mexico. How typically American college student of me. Last year, I did a last minute trip to Mt Rushmore, which seems a lot better, but then again, the next week I was in Mexico for my sister's spring break. I even skip school to go there. And now this rant seems to have distracted from my original point of wanting to travel to critisizing myself for actually traveling.
The need to get away can be strong, but then i start to think "he ain't heavy, he's my brother." I want to help others out, and i want to love those that might hurt me. I'm not going into details on that one; imagine what it will mean to yourself.
I got into architecture when i was in 5th grade. I just cared about the floor plans. Really, up until lately, that was basically what I was into. The past couple years, I've started getting more into the styles of the outside and how they relate to the inside. Yet all of that has begun to change in this class and with the connections I have made in the previous comments. Now I actually have started thinking how the house is a home and how that home needs to meld to the people and the placement of it. There are different struggles people face, and they need to be able to come home to a place that suits them. You can't have a basement if the water level is really high, like in florida. That used to be the extent of my thought. Now it has come to thinking that the persons might need a ramp. Or maybe they prefer an open area that is much like the outdoors inside. There are so many choices or needs for the various types of people all around.
My final thought is that "I'm proud to be an American where at least I know I'm free and I won't forget the men who died who gave that right to me"