Tuesday, August 28, 2012

Chapter One

I wandered the college campus, trying to find the piano rooms so I could practice my latest challenger, the chopsticks. I can't seem to move my right hand at the same time as my left unless I am playing the same keys on both hands. I'm working on it.
Like myself, the guy next to me must have been wondering why I'd picked the room right next to his in the piano hall while all of the other rooms were empty. My skills are completely elementary compared to his, and while he played away like nobody was listening, so did I.
Before I actually found the piano hall, in my wandering, I also found the performing arts center. I walked over to the double doors at the back entrance and noticed the stage was lit. I found an open door and walked with both hands reaching out in front of me, feeling for a seat in the darkness.
I peacefully watched the performance, appreciating the way it seemed so professional and profound. I sat in awe, watching the dancers move swiftly and gracefully across the stage in unison.
The dance told many stories. There was love, triumph, grace and vulnerability. Nonetheless, there was emotion that evoked passion and inspired me like crazy. When the dance ended, the teacher asked the dancers to practice their bows. After the third and final bow I stood and clapped loudly in the dark corner where my seat was and bolted.
In the life of a student, you will find love and time well spent.
Xx Suzie

Tuesday, August 21, 2012

A True Friend

"A true friend is one who is not afraid to make you cry."

"When I was growing up (as a teenager) I went through this period of time where I was always playing this game... like gambling. Instead of going to study, focus on my classes and work hard, I would go and play the game. I would come home and my Dad would ask me where I had been and I would tell him I was studying with my friend Hank. I had been playing the game after school instead for about 6 months at that time instead of doing what I was suppose to be doing and I was the top student at school. My Dad asked me again one day after I came home where I was and I told him I was studying with my friends Hank and Dan. He slapped me across the face really hard two times and he asked me why I was lying to him. He knew all of the details when he confronted me and I had no concept as to how he found everything out. When I asked him how he knew he told me his friends owned a shop right next to the one where I was playing the game and the guys from the shop told him. I hated the guys in the shop so much after that for telling on me for a long time after. About 4 years later I was at the airport getting ready to leave when Hank said, "I was the one who told your Dad". Now, almost 60 years later, Hank is still my best friend and I know I can trust him to be my eyes."
-(I made up the names) Wisdom from my Father... Thank you Dad.

A true friend knows your vision, even when you lose your sight.

Xx Suzie

Friday, August 17, 2012

LA Union Station

I have done some traveling to a few different places and was able to navigate my way via public transportation systems. When it comes to my own home town, I have found using public transportation systems a bit more complex. I decided to explore and thus far I have grown accustomed to liking LA Union Station as a central location.
From LA Union Station you can travel to just about any other link. As you might notice from the photographs, the station is grand and beautiful in nature. Outside of the station on one side you will find an exit where you can walk upstairs and find a bus portal. On the other side you walk out to a main square where there is live music and a fun environment.
SS