The first full month has passed at Georgia Southern University, and at this point, I feel as if I have settled in just nicely. I have arrived at that point where I have discovered the rhythm of the campus, and I am dancing, in my own manner, to the very same beat. Normally, I am the type of person that spends the first few weeks on campus stumbling around like a complete stranger, always doing exactly what was necessary of me. I did when I started as a college freshman//high school senior at East Georgia State College, and it took the arrival of my sophomore year for me to feel comfortable enough with doing and saying more. With Georgia Southern, it is different. Honestly, it needs to be different. There was a gazillion things I should have done at East Georgia, but deep-seated fear held me back (Plus, there was the issue of high school my senior year and constantly traveling to participate over the course of freshman and sophomore year. Driving is exhausting.). I have no doubt that it is a daunting task to branch out and connect to different stratospheres, but it simply must be done. Fear controls the people it confines. Fear is a dark trap. You have to be willing to engage yourself to grow, find adventure, and meet new people, because if not, you will spend a lifetime allowing opportunities to slip away. Opportunities that can be impactful, meaningful, and beneficial. With that being said, I have pushed the limits of my comfort zone by joining a Political Science Club, I had earnestly planned to attend the first home football game tomorrow (Thanks Irma.), and I have plans to do some volunteering in the coming weeks. I am treating Georgia Southern differently with respect to who I am by nature. While I prefer to listen to others, I myself must choose to speak.
Talk and the impending arrival of Irma has had the Southeast in a panic. Classes at Georgia Southern University are canceled until Wednesday, food and water have disappeared from the shelves in Statesboro, gas prices have slowly increased, pumps have went dry and restocked within hours, hotel rooms are booked, and the roadway has become a fluid wave for vehicles. As for me, I left for home for this five-day weekend, which is only a forty-five minute drive from Statesboro. I am normally immune to the fear of weather, but I find Irma to be just different. Matthew was a Category One hurricane when it moved off the coast of Georgia, but Irma is projected to swing into the state of Georgia. Plus, there have been so (!!!) many confusing reports of what category it will be when it finally closes in on Georgia. Two days ago, it was set to be a Category Three at the southern-most tip of Georgia, but now, it is expected to be a Category One. From campus talk, 2016's Matthew cut power and water in several parts of Statesboro for three days, whereas when I was at home (and at EGSC) for Matthew, we had power and water.
On the bright side of things, amidst the debut of Irma, we live atop the highest point in the county (Seriously, there's a road on the opposite side of town that you can venture on, and for a brief moment, it gives you the impression that you are somewhere in the mountains whilst looing at a forested incline in the distance. It has always taken me back to Gatlinburg, and apparently, we are one of the houses that belong to that scene.), my homework has been postponed, I can use this time to catch up on classwork, and I have all the comforts of a book and a piano to pass the time. Hopefully, we won't go dark around here, and I pray Irma is considerate to everyone and everything in her path this weekend.