Revisiting

 So in an earlier post I shared a bit of a story that I had started writing. I haven't really added much more to it since then, but what I have added I've really wanted to share lately. So I decided to post it on here. Some of it is what has already been posted, because I'm too lazy to edit it.

It’s raining……..

“John, are you there”……..

                The voice slowly fades away into the darkness surrounding me. I don’t know where I am anymore, but then again I don’t think I’ve ever known. My whole life I have felt like there has been a part of me missing. Now laying here on this rain soaked, blood splattered (My blood?), cobblestone road, I think I may have finally found it. The darkness is so comforting, supplying answers to all of the questions I have ever had. I feel like I should embrace it, while a part of me clings to that voice, that question: “John, are you there?”

                Suddenly a large blue, crackling, light tears the darkness apart. Instead of being wrapped in a comforting darkness I am thrust into a reality where I am gasping, screaming, and essentially bleeding to death. I long to return to the darkness, but there is a face looking down at me, a face warped with emotion. Rain soaked golden hair frames the face, and even though her makeup is running, and she looks scared half to death, she is still the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my life. At that moment, nothing could drag me back to the darkness. I have something to cling to, a reason to stay, a woman to love!

                “Rhea…” I manage to gasp, tears streaming down my face.

                She grabs my hand and squeezes, I would do anything to take away the pain I see in her eyes. I’m immobilized by pain though. There is a long jagged slash in my chest, stretching from my right shoulder to my left hip. I hear sirens in the distance, I can only hope that they get here in time. Rhea looks up and the look on her face turns to pure terror. That’s when the screaming starts.

                All I can do is lay there and listen as the family trapped in the minivan behind me tries to get out. “Oh my god, it’s on fire!” Rhea screams, starting to stand up. I feel her start to let go of my hand, and the darkness starts to return, this time I know it won’t recede……….

                                                                                ****

                                                                       5 Years Later

Beep…..Beep….Beep…..

                I was wrong.

                                                                                Chapter 1

               

                The first thing I feel is confusion. One minute I’m staring into Rhea’s face, the next I’m looking into a harsh light that hurts my eyes. Before I can try to process the transition I hear a loud crash from a few feet away. A woman wearing green scrubs is standing over a tray of food that she obviously just dropped. “Oh my god, he’s awake!” she almost yells.

                “Where’s Rhea?” I manage to croak, but she doesn’t hear me in her excitement.

                

The Learning Rant

            Once again I seem to have been neglecting my blog, and if I have any, my readers. Luckily tonight I sat down and watched a tv show that made me want to share my thoughts with the internet. The program was a PBS episode of American Masters. Normally I don't really enjoy watching PBS's programs, I tend to prefer shows that I can mindlessly follow, but that are still mentally stimulating (if that makes any sense). Tonight however my dad had control of the remote, and just happened to stumble upon the show. The American Master being documented was David Geffen.
           For those who don't know David Geffen is a billionaire. He started from the bottom with the dream of being involved in motion pictures. He eventually made it there, producing films such as Risky Buisness, and Beetlejuice. This of course came after his astonishing success in the music industry, discovering artists such as Jackson Brown, and The Eagles. I myself had never heard of David before, but after the episode I know a lot about his life and success.
          This got me thinking about a lot of the other information trapped in my brain. Some of it I learned at school but not a lot. Sure there's the basic math, and some history, not to mention sentence structure and junk like that, but there's so much more that I know. My dad and I were talking tonight and I said that I was not one of the smartest kids, if anything I was medium-smart, I just knew how to work the system when it came to highschool. I never really retained much of what my teachers taught me in the classroom, mainly because when it came to stuff like that, I either found it uninteresting, or had already learned it on my own.
          I've always looked at the extremely smart and successful people in the world who say they are self educated with awe. I wanted to be them. I wanted to pick up a bunch of books and know everything about how to build a computer, or know how to do advanced math, but I became convinced that my brain just wasn't wired to do that kind of stuff (especially the math). Looking back now though I would say that I am self educated, or better yet, experience educated.
        I guess a good example of this would be my knowledge of Greek Mythology. It's been a few years since I've paid much attention too it, but I have a surprising amount of knowledge stored on the subject. It's such a random subject but I fell in love with it at an early age. How early you might ask? Honestly I can't remember how old I was, but i do know that it all started in the fifth grade.
      My teacher kept a collection of encyclopedia's in the front of the classroom, and whenever we had a question about a specific thing she would have us look it up for ourselves. I don't remember how it came about, but I asked her who Medusa was. She directed me to the encyclopedia, and I got my answer, as well as a note that said "for more info see pegases." Needless to say from that moment on I was hooked. I grabbed every book I could find on the subject, and devoured every myth I came into contact with. By the time I reached middle school I knew enough on the subject that my teachers actually let me help them teach that portion of the class. Just a couple day's ago my mom was teaching her class about the subject and teased me that I could probably go teach the class for her.
       While I haven't spent as much time studying other subjects quite as extensively, I've collected a large store of random knowledge over the years. I may only consider myself medium-smart, but i guess it really depends on what your definition of smart is. No one is really dumb, they're just smart in their own ways.
       Well now that I've reached a point that I had never planned on coming to when I started this post I think I will call it a night. Hopefully whoever reads this finds it entertaining, if not thought provoking.

The Return

     So it's been a while since my first post on here. Here are some updates in my life. I got a job, and now i spend all my time either at work, or sleeping so i won't be dead tired at work. Other than that nothing has really changed for me. I don't mind though, I have all the time in the world for changes.
    Speaking of changes, when I was a little kid I would write stories all the time. People would tell me I was good, but I never really believed it. In high school I got involved with the marching band, which completely took over my life. I'd try to write whenever I had the time, but I was never satisfied with my stories, and the urge to write came less and less often, until I just stopped. Every so often I would open a word document on my computer with the plan to write whatever awesome adventure was unwinding in my mind. The adventure would never make it to the screen though.
    Recently I have regained my passion for writing. I have found that my best ideas come to me late at night, and on the nights that I am to wired to sleep I grab my trusty laptop and start giving life to my grand imagination. Two nights ago I was home alone, and feeling a little sorry for myself, (long day at work, and unwanted conversations, nothing to worry about though). It was almost one in the morning, and my mind would just not let me rest. I had work the next morning, so I definitely needed to go to bed, but my mind just wouldn't let me. Finally I turned to my laptop to see if the internet could put me to sleep. Facebook and Twitter failed me, and I didn't really want to go searching for any other websites, so I turned on some music and opened a word document. Little did I know that I was about to write what I think is the most powerful opening for a story that I have ever written. I don't know if i'll continue on with it, but I want people to read it, so I figured why not post it on here? So if you want  to read it, then check it out!

It’s raining……..

“John, are you there”……..

                The voice slowly fades away into the darkness surrounding me. I don’t know where I am anymore, but then again I don’t think I’ve ever known. My whole life I have felt like there has been a part of me missing. Now laying here on this rain soaked, blood splattered (My blood?), cobblestone road, I think I may have finally found it. The darkness is so comforting, supplying answers to all of the questions I have ever had. I feel like I should embrace it, while a part of me clings to that voice, that question: “John, are you there?”

                Suddenly a large blue, crackling, light tears the darkness apart. Instead of being wrapped in a comforting darkness I am thrust into a reality where I am gasping, screaming, and essentially bleeding to death. I long to return to the darkness, but there is a face looking down at me, a face warped with emotion. Rain soaked golden hair frames the face, and even though her makeup is running, and she looks scared half to death, she is still the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my life. At that moment, nothing could drag me back to the darkness. I have something to cling to, a reason to stay, a woman to love!

The Beginning

       Hello to the blogging community. My name is Tandy, and as the title of my blog states I am an ex college student. Last fall I attended my first year of college at the University of Oklahoma. I loved it there and thrived, unfortunately not in the correct manner. I didn't spend enough time on my school work, and spent far too much time being social. I enjoyed every minute of it, but college requires a certain balance between social life and classes. That is why this summer I received a letter informing me that my grades would not allow me to return to school this fall. Not gonna lie, the news hit me hard, but I put on a happy face and kept going with my life. I think in a way I've started this blog so as to help deal with my feelings towards school. I think by posting about my successes and just rambling I will be able to keep my head up.

      Having said all that, I'll say a little more about me as a person to get things rolling. I'm a laid back, weird, fun person. My mind tends to be in a million places at once, which definitely makes for an interesting life. Hopefully this blog will reflect that. I don't really plan to have much structure to it, other than what I am writing will be whatever is on my mind at that point in time. At the moment I'm thinking about creating a blog, so it only makes sense that I am making one haha. 

       I'm really bad at procrastinating, and have a tendency to start projects with the full intention of going through with them, but forgetting about them after a few weeks. I hope that this project doesn't fail and whoever decides to read this derives entertainment from it for as long as they can stand to put up with my ramblings.