Try

To try: Verb. 

: to make an effort to do something : to attempt to accomplish or complete something

Here's to the triers. To those who refuse to give up. To those who keep moving forward. For those who may not know what to do, but give it a shot anyway. For those who see 3 closed doors and open the only window. For those who go the extra mile. For those who know the value of hard work, versus just doing the bare minimum. For those who would rather try, than just fail because we think failing with flair is better than just failing. 

This is for those english majors who are stuck on their physics homework, for those sociology majors who can't understand their theater class, and for those education majors who haven't found their "teacher voice," yet. Bust still, try. People like you, like us, make the world go round. For we try. We give. We grow. 

For those who put the big red bow on things in life, just because they think it will make a difference. Don't give up, don't give in. Don't be surprised when your trying goes unnoticed, but be grateful for when it is. 

So keep moving my friends, keep trying...keep striving. Don't ever be afraid to try, to make mistakes, or to do things wrong. This is how we learn. Learning is, after all...what its all about right?

Don't be threatened of those who don't bother to try. Or of those who say that your trying will get you no where. Move with the end in mind. Proceed. Move forward 3 spaces and draw another card. Follow the yellow brick road...whatever works for you.

Be more my dear. Do more, become..MORE! In fact, be all you can be and when you think that's all you can be...find something else to try at, or better yet...be someone's inspiration to try in the first place. We need more of these people in the world. For we are the triers.

 Give all of the damn's! Hell, give the damns that the kid sitting next to you in your math class doesn't...and then some!! You're bound to succeed. Maybe not today...or tomorrow...or a month from now, but you will. For the real failure in our lives is when we stop trying. I tell you, the best is yet to be. 

"Hold onto me as we go, as we roll down this unfamiliar road. And although this wave is stringing us along. Just know you're not alone, cause I'm gonna make this place your home. Settle down, it'll all be clear. Don't pay no mind to the demons they fill you with fear. The trouble, it might drag you down. If you get lost, you can always be found. Just know you're not alone, cause I'm gonna make this place your home." ~ Phillip Phillips

Hello fellow bloggers, welcome! So this is my very first post on my very first blog. This is quite exciting! I'm sure when my parents sent me off to college this is what they had aspired for me to be doing...ok, maybe not. Nevertheless, at 2:30am. Ok, so this is my blog. I would love to say that I know exactly the type of things I will be posting on here, but all i have is just a vision. I plan to write about things about college. Either from personal experience or from what I seem to notice. It may be academic, social, relationship-ness oorrrr let's be real, the lack there of. It may be about things going on in college, how my views have changed because of being in college or what I've learned. I promise to keep it interesting...well at least semi tolerable. Haha! But I can't always promise that it will be positive. A girl has to vent you know! Basically, just enjoy the ride. I know i will.

So for my first post now that we both acquainted with what this is about I included song lyrics from a song that has really hit home for me. I have recently begun to redefine my definition of home since i have arrived at college. Granted its been a few months now, but it hasn't been until now that I have really thought about what home really is. Home. Hhhhooooommmmeeeeee. Home? It's not really that hard of a concept to grasp. See, my 3 month younger self would've said that home is my address of where I grew up...of where I spent my days walking in the same front door, flopping down on the same bed, and cooking food in the same old kitchen from when I first tried to make mac and cheese...but ummm that's a different story. Or I would've said that home is my school which makes sense since I attended the same school for 12 years before coming to college. People say that a house is one thing, but a home is totally another. They would be correct. But how can you have 2 homes and not be totally rich? i don't mean parents living sepretely or any of that. I'm talking about feeling totally at ease in both places now.What I am saying is the song home I feel really does represent my first year of college so far. My school, my major, my friends, my campus, my professors, my new experiences, the struggles I've overcame, my roommate, the new clubs I've joined, the people I've met just everything that has happened to me. That's my new second home. Granted it may not be as comforting as a hug from my mother or feeling the fur of my doggies, but it has it's moments. Especially when you walk into a friend's dorm room after midnight and she asks your other friend how hot she likes her hot chocolate as she vents and releases her pent up anguish. All I could do was smile because I know that I have a new family to go along with my new home. My new family will remind me that I am certinaly not alone, they will tell me to settle down, to not fear (unless its math...then I am allowed to fear numbers.) My new family remind me that even if I get lost I will find my way back on the path again...maybe not running but nevertheless back on the path to success. Lastly, they'll remind me yet again with a smile, a hug, lots of laughs, love, tissues, hot chocolate, and of course Ramen (that is shared among only the closest of college friends in my opinion) that I really never am alone and that they...and this place is my home!